Father - Poem by Adam Smitherman
You were suppose to be my parent.
You were suppose to be my dad.
Now all of a sudden when I look at you I feel sad.
But now that I'm away I feel real glad.
I could never understand you.
Over every little thing you got mad.
And when your gone.
I'll still get along.
For now that I'm away I feel a lot stronger.
You always told me, but you were never a real father.
You always screamed at me.
But you never thought that this is where I'd be.
You used to put me down.
I never laughed.
I always frowned.
You thought you were the king.
You thought that you were crowned.
But by the end of your life.
I hope you'll understand.
That now that you're gone my life has been grand.
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