He is not my father,
the one who gave me life...
He is the one who helped me,
when I was burdened with strife.
He is not my father,
the one who walked away...
He is the one who loves me,
more than enough to stay.
He is a real person,
who is never left me sad...
He is not my real father,
But he is my real Dad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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