Daddy Poem by umoh cyril

Am already used to your absence,
so it doesnt makes sense,
when i cry at your presence,
with not essence,

you left when i was young,
i looked for you for so long,
sometimes i wonder if i was wrong,
to think you might someday come along,

my friends have thier father with them,
teaching them the ways of men,
i never had someone who says ahem,
and scold me whenever i cause mayhem,

where are you dad,
please come home dad,
dont let them say you are a bad dad,
cause you left me when i was a young lad dad.