I grew up thinking
By the age of twenty five
I would have my first child
And would see him or her survive
But along the way
I could not tell
What went wrong
Was it me or my girl?
Life is so strange
That I felt confused
Yet accepting my fate
Instead of being used
There must be respect
For that person called dad
And love is all I have
For the child I never had.
C. Vergara
12.31.2008
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Life is definitely so strong. You have brought up your thinking by the age of twenty five is really very interesting. Amazing sharing is done really.10