The Godfather

By: Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago

The Godfather

I'm a man, just simply a man;
Once a child---with no other distinction;
I am neither your first son nor last.

I cannot alter what God has planned,
Nor stop sun to shine,
Nor stop the rain he's cast.

So I seek a solution to the paradigm
Of angst, and joy of life;
Of the person I should be now.

Thou, life's full of mystery, and of misery;
You were there to give me hope and dignity;
No wonder I always love to be with you.

But, when God decided...
We couldn't say, "No!"
You left me with his everlasting glory.

As time passes, I realize the greatness of
Love and joy on the day of my friend's son;
I became like you---a loving godfather.

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