Little has been written
Of dads and their lads,
And the causes and forces
That drive their lives,
And even less has been said
Of the ladies that gave them
The opportunity to bloom,
And prove they could do it,
So I’ll give my side
Of the story that brought me
To take on and raise up
My joyous young boy:
I was wed till was said
All those disturbing words
That people seek out
When friendships end
And I left her, and my child,
And found dryer ground,
While she was unable to keep
Her boat afloat as smoothly,
And so the days flowed,
And time and talks decided
That I was better set
To take care of affairs,
And initially I fished around
The child raising island,
But after a few mishaps
I tented our camp in the centre,
And here we’ve reared ourselves;
Together weathering the strange
And normal storms of life,
And I am more of a man for it.
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