I weighed a feather
To ascertain your
Father!
I envisioned a hardened
hand
Which fed a battalion
of kids
Father!
Shall I weigh your
beards of sweat?
Shall I use my soft hands
To feel the texture
Of your hardened heel?
Father!
Far too long have you
laboured
You shall go far on the
Wings of Eagles
Father!
What shall I say again?
Shall your son against
The labour of your muscles?
Father!
I am your biographer
I will speak and write
Of your Adamic duty.
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