Go Hard!
Since the day I was born, my father new I was special.
He always poured into me and made sure I did everything right.
Day in and day out he worked and worked till it was night.
He never cried, never seemed tired, although I knew he was.
I was the one always happy and satified but its because,
I was the son he had always wanted.
When I became a young adult and started doing things on my own.
My dad became tougher on me because he knew I was grown.
He knew the world was tough, that I would never get a break.
But it was becuase of him I am who I am today.
Even when the skies were gray or when I felt locked away.
He would pick me up and tell me:
Go Hard! Go Hard son! You will be great at everything you do.
From the day you were born I knew,
I was blessed to have a son like you.
-Roman Ochoa
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