Father’s dilemma
Duty, love, and sacrifice of father
Ask him even once, how things might run,
Contemplate with him if his happiness is ruined.
For whom he is earning, each day is burning.
His efforts are expended, yet his joy, does it grow.
Still, his sweat flowing out like a river of blood flow.
His labor is unwavering, yet his happiness, does it show.
Through consistent spending, you are his sole ending.
His happiness is entwined, his tension is binding,
Yet his happiness has a unique finding.
He’s getting older, and tension now a heavy folder.
For whom he earned, his every day, burned.
Ask him even once, how things might run.
Contemplate with him if his happiness is ruined.
He is the only one from whom our existence grows,
And with his name, we are known within society and everywhere.
He is none other than a father,
And the only one whose heart beats for us.
My efforts will resound proud.
Perhaps I would be the reason for the crowd.
For him, I will truly stand.
He’s my dad, none other than me, hand in hand.
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