It is not easy
And it hasn't been easy
It hasn't been easy being my fathers child
The only thing I considered hard
For my dad is a rock.
It hasn't been easy to belong to father
Since one has to weigh like a feather
Since one has to belong like a baby
However tall or eerie you've let your body
All you've is to belong.
It is not easy to believe
Not at all however naive
For believing means unwavering faith
Being in God and on his path
To keep and uphold all the teachings.
It is not easy to be a man
That you split keenly all that you earn
And accept to carry a heavy-set cross
To be called a dad and a father of sons
Yes! A father of many.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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