Fatherhood

I promised myself it would not
be this way
promised myself I would not
become this way
My child made me cry like
a child myself
My childish heart I've
laid now dusty on the shelf
Joy unspeakable, like I've never
known this joy of fatherhood
called "my very own"
They are so much like me
They are so much me
How could I be angry
with faces like these
How could I turn away these voices saying "please"
Dammit my heart why
are you so cold and hard?
How easily you've shattered
the will of those who love you
Why must we always be
so hard to get
Why when we are wronged
can't we just forget?