I've been a father figure to a lot of people

At my young age, I can't believe I was able to do so

It's difficult, you know; it is

Sometimes I find myself disappointed

Significantly if my so-called sons or daughters changed

Not for the better but for the worst

And there are days when I ask the heavens above, why me?

Why give me this task that I didn't even ask?

Now from this, it left me wondering

That if being a father to a lot of people

Is worth my time, effort,

Tender love and care,

Who then would show and give,

Those not-so-little things back to me

But then I met you, my dearest

And when I did, I knew

That person was you