Here is a poem i composed for my cousin Pia.
Course not the man
Tall and strong
Sweet and gentle
Played serenades with the wind.
Hate not the man
Weak to resist
Vulnerable to charm
Loved a wife more than once.
Love that sinful man
Sick yet proud
True yet lost
Lived through battles and conquests.
Forgive that ageing man
Old, resigned
Blue, despaired
Fathers are not saints, they also sin.
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