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The Godfather

I’m a man, just simply a man; once a child with no other distinction. I am neither your first son, nor last. I cannot alter what God has planned, nor stop sun to shine, nor stop the rain he’s cast. So, I seek a solution to the paradigm of angst and joy of life, of the person I should be now. Though life’s full of mystery and of misery, you were there to give me hope and dignity, no wonder I always love to be with you. But, when God decided... we couldn’t say, “No!” You left me with his everlasting glory. As time passes, I realize the greatness of love and joy on the day of my friend’s son, I became like you, a loving godfather.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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