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Best Times

Walking down the memories lane
Hues of orange and yellow melting my heart
Yeah might sound a little insane
It's a shame,I thought we're growing apart
Thinking 'about your scoldful words
best time of life,dad,dad's birthday,poem on best time,love dad,.father poetryStaring at those lovely days
Smiling through the paradise of birds
Remember how we spent time by the bays?

Those cute morning messages
No matter whether I replied or not
Thinking 'about how you always find ways
To make me smile even if we fought
Laughing at your silly jokes
Miss how your happiness knows no bound
Still annoyed at your playful jokes
Wish to make it eternal and profound!

Love how everytime your face lifts up
Everytime something good happens to me
Breaks my heart when you cover up
When the misfortunate one is none other than me;

Wish it was legal to beat up people
Who find it amusing to make fun of you
Miss those bedtime stories you used to tell
So funny,it could make you smile too.

Seeing your blissful smile
Even on the darkest of nights
Helps me go that extra mile
And makes me strong for the fights
Not to mention your sense of humour
One that always crack me up
You dad,have set so high bar
Hope to win you back that special cup.



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