Just Sayin

 Goodbye Father Well father, here I am   a lost child once again, with no direction. Now, I do not have you to show me the way, or to help me along. What will I do? I wasted so much time not listening. I regret the times that I was a problem, you did not deserve any of that. I could have been a better son. In the end, I owed you much more than I could repay. I had to do the things the way I did them. If I were as smart as I think I am,   I would have listened to you once in a while. These are my regrets and they are not in dispute.   I would like to thank you for the things that you have given me over the years. I would like to thank you for the mental toughness to live life. For the driving vocation, and appreciation of all things cars and trucks. I would like to thank you for teaching me to think for myself, and to make my own decisions right or wrong. I would like to thank you for the wisdom concerning finances, and...

  This Is Who I Am. On the sad occasion of my beloved father’s passing, I have once again taken a look at myself. I no longer wonder what I have, or will become.    I wonder will I measure up in the end? What will be the book on me? The more I am like my father, the more I am who I am. Now on the backside of forty, I find myself in a little better position. I have a wife who loves me, a good job, and a future. I have commitments and responsibilities that I have not had before, these come with maturity, and age. I have lived long enough to grow old. The change in me is who I am. All my father did his entire life was to take care of the ones he loved. He worked until he could literally, work no more. The working exacted a heavy toll on his body. He sacrificed a life made easy for himself to make life easier for everyone else. He gave his last full measure of devotion not only to his country, but also to his family. He left this world earl...

  Devil’s Own Hand I took my first taste, When I was only nine, I grabbed it by the neck, Didn’t want any waste, Lying there in the sand, I soon found a lesson, That drinkin is, The devils own hand,   It took me on a ride, That wasn’t much fun, Straight to hell in a (ash, Ending on the wrong side, Of a mother and a son, I didn’t really care, All I wanted was to partake, From the devil’s own hand.

Twice Angry Sea   A long time ago, In a desperate time, The brine was cheated, By an arrogant father, Of its deadly due, By fate and courage, Becoming a twice angry sea,   The sinful father made a deal, And it did come to pass, Power and riches abound, Were a costly means, To a quick young end, His soul was a steal, For a once angry sea,   The son a better man, Without the sin of before, But not without his own, Has had to pay for the sins, Of a fathers reckless and past, Succumbing to a twice angry sea