Man of the house
Protector of his own
Provider of needs
The god we see
He listens to our complaints
Daddy I need this, daddy I need that
Daddy please send me more joor!
Do we ever think, how does he do it?
He's not mommy
He has no breast milk to give
So he will farm the lands and bend the rods
For us to say "daddy paid"
Daddy you don't get most praises
But it is who you are
You don't tell us the million problems you have
You solve the hundreds we have
Daddy YOU ARE A GOD
U.F.O
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Feelings in words don't rhyme
Poetryfeelings are not words, feelings show the truth we've been telling ourselves but refuse to believe and feelings are deceitful. I do not know how to say what I feel so I write them in poems... some from personal experience others from observation and...
