My Dad's Dad

David Whitsell
I know my dad but not my dad's dad
He has never seen me, nor I him
But we look at each other
Through another, to whom both of us are known
Do I carry your hopes and fears
Maybe your ambition or tears
Is my style yours, or rather
Is yours mine in some nascent form
Am I the culmination of all your risk and work
Or am I just a sorry addition to our kin
Maybe you never gave a damn
Maybe working all the time
Maybe is the order of the day
Cuz fate was not so kind
The inevitable thought is of my son
Then his, if sons are inevitable at all
Maybe my dad thinks of these things
Maybe his did, I don't know
However, I do

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