The Good With The Bad
They test my patience.They test my nerve.
But they still mean more to me,
Than the world.
They mess with stuff,
That is not theirs.
But I would not trade them,
For money or pearls.
They are destructive and loud.
They fight without end.
But it is my privilege,
To help shape them into men.
So many times,
I want to pull my hair out.
But I love them so much,
I try not to shout.
I hope that they do not ever begrudge me,
Because I did not always hold their hands.
For one must learn that when you fall,
You must stand back up and try again.
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