
27 Mar DAD
Long ago as a young child I had
A man walked around called himself dad
He disappeared soon after that
Alone, I became a walking doormat
Then I was taken in by number two dad
He was by far the best one I had
Disease ate his mind into a needy mad
Off he ran my number two dad
For a while I pitied myself
Sat around and felt bad
Then along came two boys
Reminded me what I had
My whole world fell and crashed
My goal was alone
My story now refined
I’d raise two good dads
And do better than mine
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