Impossible to please
Yet you never stop trying
Try as you must
You end up crying.
Blame is a weapon
Used by the weak
Father’s day every day
You lose if you’re meek.
Each few words of praise
Savored for years
Criticism’s dwarf them
All end in tears
It’s not just my story
Boys and girls transcend
Writing may help
Abuse has no end.
We try not to pass on
What we hated when young.
Each word that we utter
Measured on tongue.
My kids say they’re fine
And that I did just fine
“Don’t worry Dad”
Is a gift all mine.
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