Being A Father
In the quiet dawn, a new role takes flight,
A heart once carefree now learns to ignite.
With tiny hands grasping, the world feels more true,
Each laugh, every tear, brings wisdom anew.
Responsibilities whisper, dreams start to shift,
In the heart of a father, love becomes gift.
Maturity blooms where once was just play,
Life’s deeper meaning found in each day.
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