Dear son, dear daughter,
life did I give to you, but
live it for you, I can’t.
Spend it, not at the mercy
of grief and self-loathe,
but in the lawn sit,
at the moon proudly gaze,
and loudly belch out,
“Live my life I will,
for my father’s pride to win.”
Dear daughter, dear son,
many things can I teach you, but