I had three daughters once.
Their first cry brought me ecstasy
There after I wept to keep their smiles warm.
But I was not with them.
I was trying my best to build something.

I was not there to see them take their first steps,
And to hold them when they fell,
Because I was walking miles
And was falling again and again
to build something.

I never heard them call me pa for the first time.
Because my ears were stuffed,
with the ordeals to build...