His Child
He stood a small and pitiful man
though physically he remained the same
His life had passed him by
while he was full of anger
His face looked tired but hateful
as I looked at him with sadness
He couldn't recognize me
His child.
His Child
He stood a small and pitiful man though physically he remained the same His life had passed him by while he was full of anger His face looked tired but hateful as I looked at him with sadness He couldn't recognize me His child.
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