He stands aside and watches,
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<br /><br />Amazed at what he sees.
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<br /><br />A tiny image of himself,
<br /><br />
<br /><br />The offspring of his seed.
<br /><br />
<br /><br />
<br /><br />
<br /><br />Before he knows, a year has passed,
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<br /><br />His child is now afoot.
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<br /><br />Testing, tasting, exploring,
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<br /><br />The how, when, where and what.
<br /><br />
<br /><br />
<br /><br />
<br /><br />His little one is growing fast,
<br /><br />
<br /><br />Already starting school.
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<br /><br />The first day is the hardest,
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<br /><br />For Dad to play it cool.
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<br /><br />Anxiety at separation,
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<br /><br />Most common, so they say.
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<br /><br />For Dad it’s even harder,
<br /><br />
<br /><br />To have his son away.
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<br /><br />
<br /><br />
<br /><br />But soon he does adjust,
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<br /><br />Falling into a routine,
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<br /><br />Of school drop off and pick up,
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<br /><br />And working in-between.
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<br /><br />
<br /><br />
<br /><br />No sooner he can blink,
<br /><br />
<br /><br />It’s graduation day,
<br /><br />
<br /><br />With college on the horizon,
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<br /><br />And no more time to play.
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<br /><br />
<br /><br />
<br /><br />The next four years fly by,
<br /><br />
<br /><br />In a crazy, hazy whirl,
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<br /><br />Now his son is getting married,
<br /><br />
<br /><br />To a very lovely girl.
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<br /><br />
<br /><br />
<br /><br />Within a year or two,
<br /><br />
<br /><br />Another joins the flock,
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<br /><br />Dad is suddenly a Grandpa,
<br /><br />
<br /><br />Babysitting round the clock.
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<br /><br />
<br /><br />
<br /><br />Now the doctor tells him,
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<br /><br />He has three months to live,
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<br /><br />His body is worn out,
<br /><br />
<br /><br />And has nothing left to give.
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<br /><br />He spends the time remembering,
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<br /><br />His life and gracious son,
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<br /><br />Until he takes his last breath,
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<br /><br />And awaits his journey that’s yet to begun
by EpicFailGuy
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