Papa, Dad, or Pop
Has taken a big drop
At young side of old age he is a flop
Once in my life he was at the top
I want to exchange him at a junk shop
But I stop as he is after all my Pop
Women have eaten his brain
In the desert, he expects rain
He has lost the reign
Grace is no longer his domain
Our relation I want to maintain
After all he is my Pop
He do no alcohol or drug
But still I miss his hug
He busy in stealing women like a thug
I also hate his beer mug
I daily remember him holding my coffee mug
After all he is my Pop
He made read and write
When he was my mind\'s Knight
We never had a fight
I was so happy at his sight
After all he is my Pop
God give him some sense
Otherwise for me he is past tense
I am on the other side of fence
Even if he is my Pop