What Father Knew
His thumb feeling through my open palm,
he sighed and said to me:
"Your hands are rough, son,"
which means you'll have to toil through life."
In the films of his eyes
I saw my future--
the incessant labour,
the soul-wrenching struggle,
always driving myself to the limit,
for each trifling success--
the same story repeated all over again.
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