Life is a voyage,
A book with many a page,
A man and a son,
Under the sun,
Walked that path,
Called flat,

Flat was bumpy,
The son was grumpy,
But the man stayed true,
The son had no clue,

Because his years had been few,
And the man had a crew,
A crew of years,
Some came with tears,

And he did not want,
His son that font,
The road was bumpy,
The son was grumpy,

The man guided,
The son back slided,
But at the end,
Towards the end of the bend,

They finished the voyage,
And wrote on the last page,
And then there was a new chapter,
Tribute To The Father.

A poem from Kiiti Abimibola on Father’s day (c) 2012