➡ Happy Fathers' Day! 👑♥
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I speak a word,
a word from my native vocabulary list,
then you spoke
a gorgeously new word in the mist.
He walks, and he leaves 'long live'
and admiration in my head.
He walks; he walked through the ages
and through the pain he bled.
You may say he could withstand pain;
for a bit, I doubt.
His saddest face in split seconds is what
my poem is about.
So don't you go, telling him
that he should work for your pride
when his foot is hurting.
Drowning's possible if words have tide.
He walks, and I whispered,
"Long live," with admiration in my head.
He walked through the ages,
and ooh, strength is what he has always bled.
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YOU ARE READING
Rhythmic
Poetry𝙍𝙝𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙢𝙞𝙘 ╰ a c o m p i l a t i o n o f p o e m s ╰ c o m p l e t e d "Not all things in life rhyme with your will."
