TITLE: Memories By Tanya Kirkegaard 04/13/08 |
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I used to know a man who thought
I was a precious gift
If ever I was sad or low
My spirits he would lift
I used to be his sidekick
And I looked up to him so
He always took me everywhere
But that was long ago
He used to take me fishing
On the weekend home from school
He always took a beer with him
It was the golden rule
We often checked the pig traps
And we played some tennis too
These are all the memories
I have of me and you
Our love has slowly faded
And I feel it is a sign
That we have grown apart
Increased the distance over time
It doesn't take much effort
To repair the damage done
Think of all the good times Dad
Do you remember them
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