Redo

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20841
United States
39° 11' 39.6348" N, 77° 19' 15.4416" W

If there was a “do over”,
No “game over” it meant
Nothing change I would
For I love who I am.
“What if” is a childish game
Of my little-chicken self.

Having a normal life,
With my father beside,
Used to be a wish,
I prayed every night.

But let assume it’s real.
In my “do over”,
I’ll have a father
With great memories:
He’ll teach me to talk;
He’ll walk me to school;
He’ll play me in pool.

That would be so cool!
Yet, here’s the trade –off:
The thought that I got
From fighting alone
Be strong I was taught
Plus wonderful moms I got
In school, in church, and at home

And that’s why I stop
Considering my “do over”.
For I love what I’ve made myself up
From not having a father:
A gentle and responsible man.

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vongtruong1702

Hello everyone, please feel free to tear this poem apart because I am not a native speaker, and I am trying to get as many constructive feedbacks as possible.

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