Becoming Dad
Life is like a dream,
a dream in which,
you cannot hit pause.
Life is like preasure,
the kind that looms over your head.
As a child you look up in to clouds,
as the clouds look down they pass on their experience.
Some good, some bad.
Life is like a tree.
You start small, and with love you grow.
Realize,
Realize that one day you will be a big tree.
Realize,
Realize the preasure to plant you own seed.
When i was no longer looking up at the clouds,
and staring down at my seed,
was when i realized,
i was the the big grown tree,
looking down at my baby seed.
This poem is about:
Me