A Poem For My Dad. Poem by tyrone allen

I live my days with words to say. Like how much i love you and happy fathers day.

When i hear others call their dad, my heart bleeds dry, and sadness creeps, and i wish, i would die, it is just that deep.

My feelings are untamed, i unwillingly cry. God gave me free will, until he died.

But i had a dream of my father. He told me to move on that is all i can remember.

I woke up with peace and smiled with the morning.

In reality i hate having dreams because they always bring back memories of what i have lost and not what i have.

I will end this poem with love your father until he fall, take not less of his joy but all.