All the week,
You are the corporate.
All the nights,
You are the husband.
In the school,
You are my guardian.
In the mall,
You are the spendthrift.
On the weekend,
You are the social.
On Sundays.
You are the religious,
Dear father, I don't want much,
But to cling to your hands
And a few minutes.
I'm growing up..
Thank you for your kind words on my blog:)
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