The Process Repeats Itself

Millions of men insist they were good fathers,
While millions of children insist that they weren’t,
Millions of mothers, unsure and uncertain,
Hoping they’re perfect, but fearing they aren’t,
Millions of times, the pattern repeating,
Millions of lessons, to never be learnt.

Words, words, glorious words! Give me all of your words!

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