FATHERS AND SONS

A little boy kneeling

Next to his dad,

Wanted to be like him,

But he was sad.

He barely got the chance,

To look in his face.

Dad was seldom home.

He’d leave without a glance

At the little boy waiting

To  keep up the pace.

He walked like his father,

And he worked hard too,

Not to be a bother

To the man he knew:

The dad that took him 

In the fields to play

The guitars they had

By the sweet-smelling hay.

He wanted and waited

With all of his heart,

For his dad to read him

A story from the start.

He was certain his Father

Loved  him much.

He was hungry for his praise

And a gentle touch.

All he really wanted

was his dad to see

The man inside

The boy wanted to be.

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