Poetry composed February 2, 2006
White hair speaks of wisdom
While discipline speaks of concern
No father would give a poison
To his own beloved son
No father is rejoicing
When his child he is reprimanding
Instead his heart feels hollow
And full of silent sorrow
He looks back in pain to the expensive clothings
He had lavished his son to wear
Personally chosen good things
His son had misplaced somewhere
Trust me my dear
It is your future your father fear
You will be a father someday
To your son you will be the same way
Dedicated to Aaron my friend. Your father really loves you. No one could love you more than the way he loves you. His love is unconditional.
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