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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