My Old Man

My Old Man

I don’t believe in miracles
Santa Clause and such
Only wish it all were true
I wouldn’t ask for much

For if truth were only known
we all would live in fear
How close one need to toe the line
what dangers could be near

Ignorance is bliss of course
remember childhood days
My own God was called father
with no one else to praise
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Davies Avatar
May 19, 2015 at 7:40 PM
Our dad was a lucky old fella born before World War One With all the things he got up to there’s no wonder why we won Went to more places than most in those earlier years before Jet I reckon that up there in heaven he will still be traveling yet Manchester Africa Gibraltar Dad started an Army Career A Lancashire Fusilier and proud there’s nothing he would fear I was one of Nine an Army Brat learned the wisdom in his way Found out where the life was at remember it all to this very day
Konos Avatar
May 17, 2015 at 6:10 AM
A BIG welcome! It is indeed a "miracle" to see Fairplay here! Do get in the Jingle contest for talented you are!
Davies Avatar
May 17, 2015 at 5:02 AM
Yes, I remember also that my father was 'God' to me and everyone else he controlled!....Ivor
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May 17, 2015 at 6:14 AM
Listen to you! Just another God using your magical powers zapping Fairplay over to gulp Soup! Bring out your witty and get in the Jingle Contest promoting a product of your choice...I chose Pause for a Worthy Cause...because it brought out the bad in me...LOL
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