To The Father Like All Fathers.
When blindness obeys our sight
and frivolity is our light,
When nothing comes from something
and we became a boring string,
When there's no light in darkness
and darkness dispels a light-bless,
When all is all with all fall
and all in all is all yet all,
Tell me, are strangers strange-heir?
It's not unwell when Love's not care–
But love is love when love loves
And love is love; such's fathers loves!
He prays and smell your morrow,
He smile at your wail of sorrow
For he knows what morrow holds
And he loves when he mostly scold.
Fathers are least of treasures;
For they are found in all measures.
He once cried my solemn tears
Tears beam from my face; such are fears–
So I was an ocean with-
out water, an empty Sky's tweet.
But days by, the sun shone well
Darkness has beautifully dwell.
But lately, he's proud of me
What worth more than all it all mean?