Reevaluations
I’m not a husband to a good woman,
I’m not a father to precious children,
I’m not attached to anyone or anything,
I can easily, in a moment, cut all strings,
And I have abandoned everything.
But I saw a young dad
Walking with three little girls,
They were holding his hands
And dancing by his side,
I turned my head and wept for the tenderness
I have denied myself.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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