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A brief poem about a father's true wealth. |
| With all the mistakes this man has made both at this present and in his past, that God has saw fit to remind me that, I still possess this wealth that remains that forever and always seems to last. I could arrive with much riches or merely with a wrong life's stitches but the love they bring and love they share without even a care, happy simply cause you're there. turns a heart so bold into a heart made of gold that their love is so potent, so pure, without condition that the tears of the bold turn into streams of love's gold this Father then knows, the feeling of a life of true wealth, a life of true riches. |