When I was little
He was there
Because I was brittle
He was cheerful
And he'd care
To push me off the heat
Or dance In the rain to the beat
He had a business
I was a part of it
He'd bring me presents
Tell me prophets of legends
Kill those mosquitoes
And tuck me in
Then out of the blue
There was smog
There was loo
The lunch table was barren
And his face buried
For countless hours of work he did
a little of my share
That was deduced
The fables reduced
His expectations brewed
The brave men replaced
By the cunning ones
It was all rockets and space
They local news channel would play
Give us the deaths n births of the day
He'd kill those mosquitoes
And wish me good night
Those were the days
When the sun was scorching
The moon hard to find
Then one night
He drove me to the airport
Kissed my brow
And hugged me tight
He told me he was a call away
And he let me out on a land faraway
He had a Rolex
And an empire to run
During the first few days
He'd call each dawn
Months descended
So did his voice
He'd scowl and frown
For those impeccable mistakes
But in a moment or two
He'd puff his chest
And tell me he was proud
He gave me the mosquito repellent
And we never met at nights
Those were the day
When the sun had no heat
The moon was at a distant fleet
He and I were together
Today and forever
Close to his chest
Or seven seas apart
He'll be my father
And I his daughter
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Slightly Damaged
PoetryThis is a collection of my most insanely futile attempt at poetry and quoting.
