Superman
The father worked day and night
Obliterating sleep might
Every second of the hour
Every hour of the day
No breaks for weeks
This happened for months
Months went by
Years came by
Cent to a dollar and a hundred more
Hundred to a million now the bones are sore
Stress accompanied cash
Healthcare took a backlash
Blood pressure refused to come down
Still, his resolve never bowed down
Because father had a purpose
Laughter filled his ears during the recourse
A toothy grin and a cheeky smile
Welcomed him every evening like an eager missile
That's when he knew the mission is accomplished
The soreness blew as if it never furnished
The clock ticked on the wall
He was happiest of all
With two 2 feet devils
He worshiped both the evils
Their joy was what which kept him going
He would sell his soul, if that's what it cost, to keep it flowing
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