For most of my life,
I was never good to my dad.
About ninety percent of it,
was always my fault.
Because I was young,
foolish, and dumb,
and did not have the Lord,
I said some unnecessary hurtful things.
Yet my dad,
was always there for me.
He raised me right,
and went the extra mile.
He took my brother and me,
to a lot of football,
hockey, and basket ball games.
He bought me my first bike,
and taught me how to ride.
He always took us,
to the park and let us play,
until it was night.
He always stood up for us.
He even cooked once in a while.
He made sure,
we were never hungry,
and even showed me,
how to change,
spark-plugs in a car,
and then I started to grow up.
I thought only I was always right.
Still, every time,
I was stopped by the police,
or busted,
he always took my side.
He always treated,
my friends with respect,
despite the lives,
he KNEW they lived.
You thought you could hide,
something from my dad.
So when you tried to lie,
he was only disappointed.
The list goes on,
how I went against my dad,
but I eventually said,
I was sorry.
Like the prodigal son,
I apologized,
and just like that,
my dad forgave me.
For almost ten years now,
our relationship is great.
I know I am not,
a child anymore.
Still, it is better,
to apologize,
before it is to late.