1967

My father wrote this in 1967.
He was in like 7th grade.

Greed

I had a father and he went to sea,
He went there becouse of me,
Becouse I wanted too much gold,
My father had to be very bold,
And now my sweet dear father's dead.
He paid his debt just like God said.

Kind of makes you wonder what it was like to be in 7th grade in a small town in 1967. I wonder if he ever thought I would read this again in 2005 and ponder what he was thinking. Oh well.. he is dead now so I will never know. Still shackled to his memory. Still entomed in his legacy. Still thinkin' of him everyday and it's been more than 10 years since he died of cancer. Can I get away from that? Hells No. Don't want to. Why would I?

Whats Up Pop?

Written by my father in 1976.
He died in 1995.
Yesterday was his birthday.

Material

The most important things in life are not related to material things.
The most important things in life lie within the individual man.
These qualities, although not totally manifested are, nevertheless, shown, sometimes.
The person that you are does not consist of material things,
but the inner qualities that lie within you from the beginning.

I Love You Dad
Always have, Always will
Props to my Pop
DoUgHbOy

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