Some hate these occasions
To them it has no meaning
Why should I say?
Happy fathers’ day
Where is my father
When he run from my mother
The pain we went through
He dare not show up again
Today is nonsensical
They find it absolutely radical
Some adore this day
To them it’s got great meaning
For sure it is fantastic
With celebration ecstatic
Here is my father
A dad to remember
His blessings remain forever
Today is awesome
They find it absolutely handsome
But before you conclude
Let us reason together
Whether dead or alive
A father is a father
He still remains a treasure
His sperm was a measure
To bring you into existence
God is the only judge
Whether you hate or love
He still is your father
By bobbywrites
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