Verbal
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I looked up, as a child,
into my father's eyes
Grim and dark, light and joyous
Calloused, smart, and wise
It was then that I decided
to be just like that man
in sight and sound and interests,
in every way I can
But as I grew, I grew away
Stopped striving for his likeness
Stopped being tough and big and strong
Stopped wanting that grim kindness
I did not listen to his words
I went down my own way
I turned from those who loved me
Drawing further every day
Then one day I made a point
To look down into his eyes
There they were, concerned for me
Still calloused, smart and wise
It was then that I first realized
I can still be me
But my respect, my trust, and all my love
Are his eternally