I wanted a father
Who came home each day at 5
Played pitch in the front yard
Hiked on weekends
And watched TV with me at night
But you had so many competing demands
Of work and self-expression
So many things I never knew or understood
I anticipate the day
My son will find himself
In this same position
After I am gone
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