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Roman Kurywczak
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Dang.......I am gety a bit sappy as I get older! I have no idea where this is coming from.......yeah, I went to art school......but the written word has never been my strong suit. Some will say that the spoken word hasn't been a strength either:wh.......As my other life as a union carpenter in NJ......we have a very different vocabulary!:2eyes2: I have realized quite a while ago, how powerful words are.....both good and bad. This big, bad, sap from NJ.....really is his fathers son.....wanted to share this with you and him. From my parents 50th last year.
A Fathers’ Son
I looked at you, with awe filled eyes
<OMy superhero, a nightmares demise
<OMy superhero, a nightmares demise
Protector from villains, youths' innocence
<OTeenage tormentor, lifes quirky penance
<OTeenage tormentor, lifes quirky penance
<OAnger and rage, replaced not too soon
<OBoth wisdom and vision, I claim as my own
<OBoth wisdom and vision, I claim as my own
<OReflection and years, make me reflect
<OChoices I’ve made, make me cringe and deflect
<OChoices I’ve made, make me cringe and deflect
Time magnifies, paths that I’ve chose
Vividly clarifies, decisions you’ve sewn
Vividly clarifies, decisions you’ve sewn
<OAll too often, the glory eludes
<OI am proud to call myself, my father’s son<O
<OI am proud to call myself, my father’s son<O