Tag: poetry

I'm not yet one But I've seen hundreds Some tall like me Others short like him But all have share a name: "DAD" I've heard cries of sons and daughters Whose father's knew only the whip and belt Could settle the matter and bring them to line Little did they know, these belts tightened around their necks forever I've heard songs of joy echo around From those who were lifted up whenever they fell And look forward to have a dad like they had And songs of joy and praise to be sang once more Is it trousers that define a man? No,...