A son sits by his father with questions in his eyes
The father looks down at his son, his pride he can't disguise.
There comes a time when every son must leave his father's care
and venture out into the world to see what happens there.
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Congratulations, dear poet. This poem is the POD member today. Good poem, deserves the recognition
That is just so well written. And is true at any given generation. (my father to me or myself to my son; and so on) . It left me teary-eyed!
Insightful line written with conviction