Slowly and steadily, creeping inside the house walls,
Looking all around, yet something he doesn’t recall,
Finding all asleep, in this eerie hour of night
Tiresome he is, so sleep as well, he might.
Just a glass of plain water, no time for his grace
He slips silently into the nicely folded pajamas,
For tomorrow, it’ll be another day, another race!
He’s a husband to this lady I have forever known,
In her forties yet so pretty, the best he’ll ever own;
in love with him for all the years of their togetherness
While the respect they hold in hearts is indeed no less.
The morning teas, the evening strolls, how can one miss,
Another tale of divine love, of happiness, of absolute bliss!
He’s a father to a son, so full of sloth and imperfections,
Yet in him he hopes to see, one day his own reflection.
And his love for this son, is no less, if you doubt
But to him, it’s more of nosiness and confines on mount;
This affection, this concern will take long to dig in
Now, that he’s just starting to live, for him it’s the beginning.
He’s a father to a daughter, who was once so tiny, so new
His little princess, how lucky he felt to be one of the few;
And now that she’s growing into a fine young lady,
He misses the old days, when she was just her li’l baby;
Still, this bond they share just deepens each passing day
“no one could love me more, daddy”, that’s all she’d say!
Living so many characters, playing so good each role
Keeping the fatherhood alive, yet time taking its toll;
Seeing what he reaped all life, turn to precious gold (referring his children)
Watching the time fly by, he and his lady grow old.
His work will go on, and the moments will pass by
But the joy it brings to him will forever in his heart lie!
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