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

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Eric Davies

Date: 5/19/2015 7:40:00 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

Judy Konos

Date: 5/17/2015 6:10:00 AM

A BIG welcome! It is indeed a "miracle" to see Fairplay here! Do get in the Jingle contest for talented you are!

Ivor Davies

Date: 5/17/2015 5:02:00 AM

Yes, I remember also that my father was 'God' to me and everyone else he controlled!....Ivor

Judy Konos
Date: 5/17/2015 6:14:00 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