A Father Poem by White Tiger

A Father



Always the wiseman
No matter what
Always cool and collective
Thoe time has forgot

That once he was young
Without a care in the world
That once he ruled
In top hat and coattail

Weather beaten face
From years, life stole
But with head held high
Fulfilling his goal.


C. Vergara
07.20.2015

Tuesday, March 13, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: father
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Nice write. i enjoyed reading !

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