A poem by me!
When I was but a lad,
His lap I sat upon.
As if an Oaken Throne,
His knee was ever-strong.
Through the merciless years,
I found my own two feet.
Though his knee remained unwavering,
This Throne, no longer a seat.
I have, myself, a child,
Who sets upon my knee.
To teach, to learn, to love, and grow,
As my father did for me.
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