You My dad.
The sack i came from
Sitting by the well on a log
Thinking and studying
I know you give bread when i ask for stone
All i have is all you can afford
You give me what i need always
But what i want, no man can give
But forgive me father
If i am to ever lie to you
If i am to turn down your advice
If the apple should fall far from the tree
Father
If your sweat turn to tears
Forgive me
I grew up quickly but am still litttle in your eyes
One day i will be a father to my father
But look i jave good sides
I saw the money you hid under your cap
But i still asked you for it
I rather take nothing than to take with greed
You my dad
The sack which i came from
Sitting on a log by the well
You who gave me shoes to wear.
Your sweat shall not reach the ground
In the air i shall wipe them off
Also father, forgive me
If i steal success to make you proud.
The Sack I Came From
Apollos Alpha
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Poem topics: greed, money, success, tree, good, apple, advice, bread, reach, stone, Valentine's Day, forgive, father, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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