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Jun 09, 2009
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MY DAD, MY DAD AND DAD
MY DAD, MY DAD AND DAD
My dad
There was three stages’
Of his hair
Beginning with
The pride of black
Those days
I would run so fast
Without a care
Racing against him
Always , a little cough
As he let me pass
Growing older
I would see what it cost
DAD ?
You let me win
He would just smile
Sacrificing himself
For pride in his child
Time ticking away
I was so engross , consumed
My only concern was the
Unimportant , ecstatic feelings
That a child , had to prove
My manhood ?
I was sorry to miss
Those days with my dad
Ticking time
Yield ’s only , to a state
Of one’s mind
My dad’s hair
Now a stage
Of salt and pepper
Every strand of grey
Was a strand
I could not remember
The wisdom of grey
Took it’s time
With a prevarication
Those day’s I was bind
Now completely grey
His words are harder
To speak in what he will say
Some day’s he get’s mad
As he try’s to find words
That are mixed up in his head
His eyes roll back and forth
Trying to hide
The grey in his voice
When day’s are good
These are the words
he will choose
Son ?
Look at me
I am your future
Didn’t , I give you a past
That was full of dream’s
Now the grey is in his voice
His hair is completely grey
Son ?
Your future is time
The grey is not a choice
As the son
I have seen
The beginning
I am trying not to think
About it
but
What is his ending
But the salt and pepper
Eventually
Gave time it’s way
His hair was gone
A wrinkled old blue
Hat took it’s place
SON ? he would say
Have you seen
My old blue hat
Along with his wallet
Key’s
In anger he would say
Where are they at ?
DAD?
I would reply
In anger without
Love in my voice
This is the last time
I will search for them
This is crazy
You are wasting my life
This shameful tone
That I use
Is disrespectful
Beyond cruel
Always love thy farther
In my bible
Lives as a rule
But watching
My own Grey
Changing sometimes
I forget that rules
This is the time
I should let my dad win
I should cough
When his questions
Never end
I should see the pride
In his eyes
That he is not alone
As we race
Side by side
My dad
There was three stages’
Of his hair
Beginning with
The pride of black
Those days
I would run so fast
Without a care
Racing against him
Always , a little cough
As he let me pass
Growing older
I would see what it cost
DAD ?
You let me win
He would just smile
Sacrificing himself
For pride in his child
Time ticking away
I was so engross , consumed
My only concern was the
Unimportant , ecstatic feelings
That a child , had to prove
My manhood ?
I was sorry to miss
Those days with my dad
Ticking time
Yield ’s only , to a state
Of one’s mind
My dad’s hair
Now a stage
Of salt and pepper
Every strand of grey
Was a strand
I could not remember
The wisdom of grey
Took it’s time
With a prevarication
Those day’s I was bind
Now completely grey
His words are harder
To speak in what he will say
Some day’s he get’s mad
As he try’s to find words
That are mixed up in his head
His eyes roll back and forth
Trying to hide
The grey in his voice
When day’s are good
These are the words
he will choose
Son ?
Look at me
I am your future
Didn’t , I give you a past
That was full of dream’s
Now the grey is in his voice
His hair is completely grey
Son ?
Your future is time
The grey is not a choice
As the son
I have seen
The beginning
I am trying not to think
About it
but
What is his ending
But the salt and pepper
Eventually
Gave time it’s way
His hair was gone
A wrinkled old blue
Hat took it’s place
SON ? he would say
Have you seen
My old blue hat
Along with his wallet
Key’s
In anger he would say
Where are they at ?
DAD?
I would reply
In anger without
Love in my voice
This is the last time
I will search for them
This is crazy
You are wasting my life
This shameful tone
That I use
Is disrespectful
Beyond cruel
Always love thy farther
In my bible
Lives as a rule
But watching
My own Grey
Changing sometimes
I forget that rules
This is the time
I should let my dad win
I should cough
When his questions
Never end
I should see the pride
In his eyes
That he is not alone
As we race
Side by side
— press, Jun 09, 2009
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poet1
17 years ago
Cats in the cradle
paparazii
17 years ago
A lovely write
yenti
17 years ago
Press
press
17 years ago
my dad thank you all
Seren
16 years 12 months ago
Beautiful write about your