What my father gave me…
Like a well that has run down
It seemed the waters staunched
In my middle years as I wrestled
With the world and his memory.
And now I’ve remembered
How could I just forget
The ideals that he shared with me
That became my very floor-plans?
So close to me they stayed unseen
Hidden clearly for all to see
I thought I’d traveled but here I am
Where first the journey started.
Impatient of the hypocrite
Well researched and sober
His favourite saying I recall
Love the sinner hate the sin.
A belly laugh, a howl of fun
When listening to the weekend Goons
The Sunday lunch pierced with jokes
That left him helpless with silly laughter.
Like many sons I ploughed my furrow
Broad and wide and far from home
Humbled now to discover
We are back where we belong.
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