WILL I BE A GOOD FATHER?
To be by meself is to be unbridled
Free to perch and welcome to any branches
But the age is ripe
The rite of passage calleth
My loins is full and bubbling with seeds
And my ifẹ is ready to receive
But uncharted territories scare me
Mistakes can be borne by myself
Not when a child is involved
My father's shadow scares me
Will I walk in them?
Will my examples raise a fruitful offspring?
Am I ready to be a father?!
Won't I mess it up?
When they trip and fall, will my heart be filled with courage not to break
How will I shield them from the many toxic influences that lurks at every corner?
Will I let them live and not choke them with my expectations?
Won't I project my mistakes on them
My age is ripe and full of seeds