My Father Poem by Graham Wolfe
My Father
What he does is opinon
He thinks only on way
Isolated inside the box - approach
Structure is not apparent
Rules don't exsist - physically
He scares me sometimes
I know i love him
Unaware of if i need him in my life
See myself never coming back
It bored me to see him
His ways are never challenged
To speak Autos
Are our only connection
If only i knew how to draw him.
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