The men of steel

My father was a free spirit and meant the world to me. He tries to live the best way he knew how and always does the right thing for himselve and his family. But how can you do the right thing when everyone is always watching him and judging him and not letting him breathe. My father always taught me to live and let live, and always stand up for myself and live life and be free. My father was a beautiful soul who was free. I love you dad and I will never forget you and I will treasure all the memories we shared.

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This poem has to do with my father who I miss with my whole heart, I have learned a lot from my father even though I didn\'t have him in my life for too long, I enjoyed spending every moment with him, we cooked together and listen to music, and he played with my children and help me when I needed it. So this poem is for him he was my rock I will never forget him he is my angel.