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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366114" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Father's Lament</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was never one for my kids to look up to<br>That's a stone cold fact that I'll always regret</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was never the best dad, for them to hold on to<br>I was there and I provided, I cared…and yet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I didn't give enough love, I wasn't tender enough<br>I was too much a disciplinarian, too quick to berate</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wanted to teach them to be righteous and tough<br>I realize my mistake, now that it's much… much too late</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too late to do the proper things…, <br>to say the words I wished I'd said</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too late to cherish them over, and above all other things<br>Too late to tuck them snugly in bed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To hold them tightly, to kiss them goodnight<br>Too late to see the happiness on their faces<br> <br>Too late for me to set things right…<br>Too late to tie their tiny shoelaces</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too late to savor them clinging tightly to me<br>In fright at the monsters on 'Lost In Space'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too late to wonder at their amazing resilience<br>As I looked down upon their angelic sleeping faces</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They are blessed with selective memories that…<br>Remember only the good and not the bad</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thank God for the knowing that they remember me kindly<br>But no matter their memories…I'll always feel sad</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For I look at old photos of them<br>And my old heart slowly breaks</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At all the things I should have done back then<br>And of all my past mistakes</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Now it's too late to tell them Of Fairies and moonbeams… <br>and sparkling stardust and of Angel wings </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was never one for my kids to look up to…<br>I can only grow old and… never forget</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That I never did enough of these fatherly things<br>And I'll forever be one to look back and regret</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Whalen">David Whalen</a><div class=q>
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That's a stone cold fact that I'll always regret

I was never the best dad, for them to hold on to
I was there and I provided, I cared…and yet

I didn't give enough love, I wasn't tender enough
I was too..."></div>
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