The Man
The Man
I walk like him, you can tell I’m his son just after a few steps
I talk like him, we use the same funny words, we have the same voice
I look like him, looking in my eyes he can see himself from years ago
I act like him, we have the same mannerisms, same smile
We love the same things
We hate the same things
He wants the best for me
He doesn’t want me to struggle like he has had to
He does everything for me, all to help me get out of the trap of this place
He does everything to see his children be better than he was
He doesn’t understand this is impossible
He doesn’t see the person he became is the person I want to be
He is my dad
The man he is, is the man I want to be
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