My Son
MY SON
In the middle of the City stands a tall gum tree
With a trunk so bright reaching out to Yeah
Jacaranda nearby looking up at me
Yet I stand tall and proud for the world to see
Sun sets on my trunk at the end of the day
Trials Tribulations, I have a lot to say
Don’t mean no harm to come your way
So much to say at the end of the day
I aint no clone I aint no fool
I mean no harm to come to me nor you
Flesh and blood aint no excuse
I need your love not you’re abuse
So hang on tight for time is neigh
So so sad just a wasting away
On your response, I am but waiting
I’m a patient man but time is a fading
Love dad
Copyright © Ken Polson | Year Posted 2025
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