Destiny ©

The son remains a boy

until the father dies.

Eyes once filled with joy,

now with tears as he cries.

Memories of his father's hand,

both lifting up and holding near.

Time passing like windblown sand,

roles shifting year to year.

The father reflected in his face,

from destiny he once ran.

The son takes his father's place.

A boy becomes a man.

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