Father

Wispy winters to sultry summers,

Unyielding steel, come a thousand hammers!

Sprightly springs to auburn autumns,

Thy pool of patience does know no bottoms.

Dreamy dews to rumbling rains,

Unflinching even in the worst of pains.

Beyond all weathers, beyond all seasons,

Compassion in heart, beyond all reasons.

Forged upon the fires of hell,

Each scar of yours, a story to tell.

Your presence, a blessing from the heavens,

Or else life would be in sixes and sevens.

No desire to win, let others succeed,

You chose to follow, where others lead.

I am your son, a pale reflection,

The Moon to your Sun of pure affection.

Words have failed in attempts to describe,

My feelings for you, am a pathetic scribe.

Hope I haven't been too much of a bother,

I will walk my path, just like you, Father.