My Father's Shoes
Could i ever fill my father's shoes,
I don't know for i never knew the man whom
belonged to the shoes i was supposed to fill,
He was a nomad, a wanderer no doubt
Its evident for i have brothers and sisters here and about
We've met briefly maybe once or twice
I saw a slight resemblance in the face and the eyes,
sometimes i ponder and i wonder if they wonder as i do
will we ever be able to fill our father's shoes?
You see dad was a drug addict, a playa, a hustler deep in the streets
for thats where he was a star and performed the most amazing feats,
Like Michael Jordan he got higher than any kite and sometimes
he made it home some nights and like any provider he did what he had to,
to survive and make ends meet and that in itself was amazing with all the
setbacks that came with being a victim of the streets,
So dad i love you even though you gave mom and i the blues
because through all the setbacks, hard knocks and rough times
i'm standing here , a stronger man with a lil room left in your shoes.
Copyright © Edward Rashada | Year Posted 2006
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