The Wisdom of a Father
When a friend was in need of aid
I did no selfish act
My dislike for wrestling seemed to fade
My mind was hijacked
I missed it
The hard work and grit
I wanted to return to the sport
I would hope to have the support
My fear arose
What would other people think of me?
I was stuck in these shadows
I didn't know if I would be able to let it be
My father saw my distress
He came to offer me some advice more or less
You don't owe anything to anyone my son
Just go out there and have fun
He was right
What are they to say?
Hearing this I was ready to go back to the fight
This was my independence day
You helped me overcome my fear
My mind is clear
I am awfully glad
Thanks, dad
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