Children.

Children 

Children always need,
Something from Dad,
Sometimes its hard
To make room for them,
Sometimes its hard
To make time for them,
Sometimes its hard even,
To play with them.
Just be busy,
Working for them.

But then one notices, and it all turns around

For then,
how could there not,
Be room for them,
how could there not,
Be time for them,
How could one not,
Play with them.
For they are
Life itself,
And Without them
What need
Would there be

To work.
To be,
To live.

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