| By brian francis He doesn’t seem to have much use for me these days He is working to take care of his kids He used to come and visit just to sit and talk To tell me all about life’s turns I tried to be a dad who was firm but fair I tried to do it right by him I couldn’t be more proud of the man he’s become But at times I really miss my kid He still depends on me when he’s low I’ve seen a world of weight in his eyes When life insists on tormenting him I can see my little boy sitting there Wanting me to tell him how it can be made all right As we listen to the words he says I can see it still coalesce Watching his determination rise Yet, I know that he is alright He’s become the best kind of man The kind who is responsible Sincere in his mind The kind who can be counted on All of the time The kind who makes a father proud With just passing thoughts But at times I really miss the kid Copyright ©2020 brian francis |
The kid
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