My father knew me until I was 16 years old
And I sometimes wonder if he would love me now:
No longer awkward and self-conscious,
But pensive still.
With my birthday one day and Father’s Day the next
I grow older and we grow farther apart.
Birthday
"We began before words and we will end beyond words."
My father knew me until I was 16 years old
And I sometimes wonder if he would love me now:
No longer awkward and self-conscious,
But pensive still.
With my birthday one day and Father’s Day the next
I grow older and we grow farther apart.
Famous Last Words 
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