<p>Paragraph one.</p> 

With my father when I was ten

I remember being shook to the core

As that was the day I found

That my pity tears worked no more

Before, I would fake cry for mommy

So he would take me for pizza and ice cream

But that day instead he said “grow up”

And put an end to my scheme

 

<p>Paragraph two.</p

I couldn’t understand what had changed

Did I do something wrong? Were we estranged?

Until I realized that I was older than before 

Things slowly stopped being handed to me 

And as I shot up like a tree 

I stopped seeing work as such a chore

I cleaned my room, had high marks in school-nothing was unearned

All because the value of work, at so young, I had learn

 

<p>Paragraph three.</p

As I continue to grow, I continue to learn

The effort is harder to put forth as the workload gets steep

More often than not, I want to put it off and go to sleep

But I do my best because I know

I can’t sleep it off as the adult I’m soon to be

I can’t hide from my responsibility 

I have to work for things I want, as I learned so long ago