Accidental Poet

The Father of Me

 

So cherished grow the years

When looked back upon

Little had I known then

How soon they’d be gone

 

The memories not lived

The dreams not shared

So too the love between us

That was always there

 

But were I to go back

And relive younger days

To spend more time with you

Somehow, someway

 

If I could tell my younger self

To look deeper into your eyes

See the love there within

And how hard you tried

 

To employ your influence

And not be so shy

To excel in sports

Tap into your pride

 

For I am but a shadow

Of who I wanted to be

To be more like you

The Father of me

 

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