A Poem by Steve story 1029

Dads are Great

A Poem
by Steve
story 1029

When I was young, my Dad
protected me
taught me
spanked me
listened to me
and talked to me

Most of what I am
I owe to him

Now that he is gone,
and I look at what I have done

I realize

Had I listened more attentively
I would have performed more successfully.

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