My 46th Father's Day
On my 46th Father’s Day
I’d finally have my say
For I’d heard the pleasantries before
they all seemed like cliches
Ties and tie-pins made such fine gifts
for the first 20 years, if you catch my drift
Going out to eat was never much of a treat
for a table you have to love to compete
So, this year I awoke and looked my wife right in the eye
and popped the question: Am I a good father?
~ Don’t tell me a lie
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