To My Father
By sidewinder
To my Father, It pains me to see that we do not agree, Can it be that we're just two different people? You look at things so logical, The world as it is, Not as it could be, I see the changes, Those dreams that were meant to be, Our paths sometimes cross, But most of the time bear two different destinations, Both honorable in their own means, Foolish game you say that I play, But it's my game to play! Won't you at least try to understand? No... I think not! You're too civilized in the way you see things, And I'm too stubborn and rebellious to find your understanding that I seek, Why must it be? For if the truth must be spoken I'd rather find a way for us both to find an understanding, But the possibility may not be in sight, Still... There is enough room for the both of us, And the world accepts us for what we are, So why can't we? Aug. 7, 2000 Written December 29th, 2001 © on Jun 10 2002 07:26 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 0 • 18 • 10
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