Fathers Day Scattered Love
When on fathers day and things are not right
you know he`s there but, not a hair nor sight
i have tryed to patch up all the mess
but it`s in his hands now, i guess
Of course i love him he`s my dad after all
i have planted the seed and waiting a call
over a family matter that has eluded
expanded turned nasty and now concluded
All stemmed from family issues,but now scattered love
my big sister Shirley who`s in heaven above
bore the brunt of all this and will be looking down
and saying crack on with life and do not frown
But i do care, `cos the years are going by
if something should happen,i don`t wanna think why
didnt i make the first move to patch things up
some times i feel like a lost little pup
I know it takes a man to bite his lip and press on
before it`s too late and they have gone
with my mind made up and heart set to try
i will go digging and smoothing,thats why.
Copyright © Paul Beadnall | Year Posted 2011
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