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WHAT I LEARNED FROM MY FATHER |
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The things you learn in life are so vast The best lessons learned are the ones from your past You learn them slowly, learned when you didn't bother The lessons you learn from watching your father |
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My father was not home, the night I was born Away in the city, a few noted with scorn But later they learned, he was taking a class to get a degree and he needed to pass He missed the birth of his only son you see To pass a final to earn his accounting degree Not the best trade, some said, what a louse But the promotion it earned him, got us our house |
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The years passed by, as they always do Times with my father often were few He would leave before dawn, return home at dark but on weekends, we would go play in the park 4 sisters and me, my mom and my dad quickly used up the time that we had Soccer and baseball were the sports we did play Left him tired and sore at the end of the day A coach for girls soccer, he said I'll do that an umpire for baseball, he had that down pat He tried hard to be the dad that he should Spliting time among 5 the best that he could |
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High school came, senior year came for me He took me aside, his face troubled you see we were going to move half a continent away but he would go alone, the rest of us would stay It would be so hard, things would be tight but he did as always, what he felt was right He never complained, justfying means, never ends His actions allowed me to graduate with my friends |
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More years passed, for him at some cost First one foot gone, then the other was lost For my sister,it was worse, I am sad to say Less than 3 months before her wedding day He groaned and tried, sometimes he'd weep Trying so hard, his promise to keep Long before the doctor felt that he should on 2 prosthetic feet, he struggled and stood He walked down the aisle, there at her side His leg full of pain, His face full of pride For her a wondrous gift, greater than any other To be given away by her Father, instead of her brother |
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They flew though my head, those memories so dear A sound brings me back, as I wipe off a tear The daughter in my arms makes a cough and a coo I glance at the clock, it's a quarter past two I turn slowly in the dark at the end of the hall and whisper a song to my baby so small Making babies is easy, being called Daddy is earned As I try to live up to the lessons I've learned |
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Copyright 2001 by Ed Stargazer |
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