This Man

   I'd never seen this man.

Never talked to him, never layed two eyes on this man.

All looks were given from the slight corner of a single eye.

This man wasn't my father.

This man isn't my father.

Apology after apology we were done having hope.

Loose lips had sunk our ships.

We were tired, we are tired.

All the crying, all the yelling broke our home.

Broken hearts condone broken dreams.

This man brought out the good and the bad.

This man made us self conscious, this man had us cowering.

This man had a wife that defended him.

This man has changed.

This man was good hearted, loving.

This man kept us safe.

This man provided for us.

This is the man that raised us to be all we could be.

This man was my father.

This man is my father.  

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