Anytime I look at that man
I can see a older version of me
I know one day I will grow up
To carry all responsibilities
Investing in my family
Protecting them like an Alpha
To his pack
Hustling and bustling
Just to get something on the table
Staying up all night
to ensure everyone is okay
Not being celebrated,applauded
For things have done
Singing the songs of warning
Serving as a guide in this cruel word
And Forgetting every special day
Ohhh! what an enormous task ahead
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The memory of a lost child
PoetryThe journey of a child through nature ,tragedy that comes with love and the struggle for inner peace.
