A father's tale

I made this child but he's not mine

His breeding a consequence of wine

I do my best to make amends

For which each month a check I send

I've taken him to zoos and parks

In hopes of father-son themed larks

But when I look into his eyes

I see a woman I despise

Although the boy resents me deeply

I give my all to treat him sweetly

We do what we can and continue to err

To create the fathers we never were