Father's Day
Father's Day
Britches
By: Tom Wright
6/5/98
From his Father, he first learned to curse,
To smoke, drink, and some things worse.
"Britches" heard each day the words he'd say,
So as he grew older he thought it o.k.
These things weren't learned purposely,
But through the examples "Britches" was to see.
His Dad sometimes lied while on the phone,
Then took a drink when he thought alone.
To his Father, "Britches" was pride and joy,
He would never intentionally hurt his boy.
In all that he did "Britches" was always first,
But in life's preparation his Dad was the worst.
His Dad failed to realize what he let him see,
Would determine someday what "Britches" would be.
So alone in a cell "Britches" sits today,
To blame is his father, whom he never saw pray.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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