Father And Son
From Love we come
And may our end become
As satisfactory as the first day
We started to play.
As years passed
Our hair turns grey
And your memories as well,
Hope you remember all of them.
May we someday meet with the Lord
And see him face to face.
Will our mind still work?
Or our bodies prevail?
I personally think that every time
We hope this life not to end
It’s just fear right out of our mind
This may not mend
All my sins and mistakes
But at least I hope you will soon realize
All of this suffering was not in vain.
Pen name: Skithe
Category C
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