Sometimes I wonder...
when did I become my father.
The things I use to hate to hear...
now I utter them to my kids.
Actions I swore I would never make...
those same actions now I take.
When did I morph into the man...
who I said I would never be like.
Not 100% the same...
yet, somehow, more than 0%.
I guess all those times he asked if I was listening...
well, dad, I guess I was.
'Cause those endless lectures...
well, I must have memorized them.
Those silly to me then phrases...
I guess I stored them somewhere in my brain.
So as to not go on and on, I merely state...
"Pull my finger."
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