Father - Poem by Clinton Siegle
To be a father in this day and age,
I wanted a father when I grew up
I needed a person who would tell me how to grow up
father was gone by age of six due to divorce.
Now my time for being a father I try but feel that I fail of course
I try to install ideas and imagination
only to be ignored for computers or television
my attempts of family time
seemed deemed dim.
I am not the best father
I fail so often to make an impression
I wonder if this is what it is like being a father.
To fail and fail again.
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