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Sins of a father

While younger we were running, to what we did not know.
Quick to love, fast at play, a canvas white as snow.
But as we grew in knowledge and taller by the day
cracks they began showing, a chasm in the way
you fought for us how you knew how, working to the bone
I never said I wasn’t grateful for providing us a home
What I needed was a sounding board, someone who could hear
Someone who would take the time, to lend me just an ear
Instead I felt I walked alone, I made my own mistakes
Some choices led to chaos, and others tranquil lakes
What hurt me most while suffering and feeling all alone
You made it all about you, instead of picking up the phone
I’ve tried many times to build, different styles of bridges
No matter how far I got, it seemed I always missed by inches
With nothing built upon your bank, from what I could see
Yet still you spoke on my behalf, as if you knew me
I have other things to build now, I too have kids at home
I too have neglected them, by working to the bone
The cracks I see them coming, though the chasms not yet here
I pray that I can close them up, by listening while their near
Patience is a virtue, one that I rarely saw used
I must now forge another way, there’s still too much to lose
The sins of the father, are passed to the next one
I hope with mine I bridge the gaps, and grow old with my son

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