My Father Poem by bruce prosser

The father i didn't know was on drugs and drunk alot of alcohol,

when i found out about my real father was hard for me to understand,

of course i was confused of what to believe when i came to senses i was certain that it was true but then i went to a bad place,

if ever found my father i would be happy but he died last year and i was sad about not meeting my father but i found that i had brothers and sisters.