Father of mine

I saw the father crying that day
The first time I see my father on the stone that people are shocked
Now nobody talks about midwife
Everyone is accustomed
Someone loved me
I do not understand love
Said love, will love?
Greed is the greed of my mayor greed kayas
People are defeated by greed repeatedly
I am also
I used to get used to the wrath of the Hagman rage
Love
Good food is never fed in the restaurant
Never given a good gift on any birthday
Holding hands on a lonely road
If you write beautiful poems in body composition
Love does not exist nowadays
Poems also become a joke
In the absence of my middle class he could no longer accept himself
He said I will go away
I'll get used to it
The middle class gets accustomed to not being able to get all.