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The Path I Tread (standard:poetry, 151 words)
Author: TungAdded: Dec 05 2002Views/Reads: 2697/2Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Too late for regrets

Daddy, I'm an adult now, aren't you proud? 

You can tell your work buddies in a crowd 

How your daughter followed in your footsteps, 

How she studied the end of engineering's depths; 

Tell them about her new knowledge and skill, 

The evident potential and her strength of will. 


Will you brag because I lost a dream? 

Gave up on art for which I loved too keen? 

But it was worth it, now look at me! 

I have facts galore, all triviality! 

I know circuitry, and programming, 

I know not who I am, but what I'll be. 


You paved the road to my future, 

But I tread it with a face neutral. 

And essentially there's none to blame 

But me, not thee who gave me life and name. 

And now I live, with nothing in your daughter's head, 

Thinking of the path that was I was never meant to tread. 


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