A Letter To My Father Poem by Moe Thet

Dear Father,
Very firstly, let me say sorry!
Sorry of my childish complaints about your business always!
I now understand the meaning of being said "I'm busy"
Yes! I hate to say it back..
but I reach out to spell that word 'busy'
The more I have grown up,
the lesser I got time sufficiently.
Stress hits me and my mind becomes messy.
I'm feeling doubt myself inconveniently.
It is for money?
It is all about to be successful professionally?
Am I on a right way going systematically?
It's scary!
Indeed scary!
Cause I feel like I'm far away from my family.
Far away from my deary.
Far away from my passionate poetry.
Imagined how could escape from here rapidly.
That's what you had got behind that word "I'm busy"
I totally empathy on your old busy days.
I see now how hurt to spell that word "I'm busy"

Moe Thet