Who am I like?
Is it my father who could see it through
And not confront unless he had to
Is there some of my mother there
Who was stubborn and loyal but did care
Perhaps there was some of a grandfather I knew
Who stayed the distance all the way through
Perhaps in the end we make our own call
And find we are ourselves after all.
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Perhaps in the end we make our own call And find we are ourselves after all.' enjoyed these last lines the most, will make my own call