After the explaination of a poem titled 'Father to Son' (by Elizabeth Jennings) my English teacher asked me to write another poem from the perspective of the son. So here it goes: Genre: Literature I do not understand this man Though he has raised me for years now In the same house and same land I cannot figure out just what could Bring on his face a smile, alas The distance we share is a couple of miles. I do not understand this man And why should I? For he acts like I'm just a piece of misery And whenever I speak, all he becomes is angry Therefore, I will stay a distance from him Making the ever delicate strands of our relationship even more thin. But do I know this man? He is, after all, my father We can become best friends again Walking hand in hand like we used to And even after I find the woman of my kind I do not think distance would ever separate our minds. I think I know this man And I remember him telling me Stories of the prodigal ...
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