Hello Father
Although father disappeared,
I keep on fathering my growth
on my own,
I have to misplace my childhood
for adult’s knowledge implanted,
faceplants of the young and ignorant
accomplishing temporary pleasure,
treasure beyond what hearts can measure during
leisure time,
a crime of forward pace to move backwards
and set back training taught.
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