Father To Son
I am my father,
in little things I see his hand.
A phrase once received,
turned as my own, I now understand.
Rebellion in my youth, I found my path,
my own man, I took a stand.
Only to find, later in life,
my father was always beside me, holding my hand.
(Stoic)
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