"Just let go
And let them what they want to be
You'll never know
They might be better than you and me
Don't try
To be a super dad
Don't secretly cry
Having a parent is the best they've ever had
They're lost
They'll find you, they always do
They're tossed
On life to do better than you.
You'll never understand
So don't wreck it
Just offer them a lending hand
And respect it"
But how
When I see them soul less
I know now
What they detest
They detest emotion
The very fiber of humanity
They lack devotion
They're anti unanimity
I ask for help
They give me attitude
I take a forward
They recede a multitude
My worry is for love
Where is it?
Why is it shoved
Can it visit
These new younglings
With eyes smacked to a screen
These wanabe starring
Whose soul is mangled to mean
How can I save mine
From this life of false belief
I wish she'd give a sign
So I can suspend my disbelief.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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