Early years of disappointment and grief, Cruel absence, duty's derelictions, Bizarre and insensitive errors in judgment. And the final gong has flushed me out Of this amazing maze in which we're trapped. Children are born, the world develops Points and edges never noticed before. Mindlessness makes way for sentimental menace. If you die first I'll be strong.
Nobody likes a wimpy dad.
The occasional tear to show you're sincere Seems to be all that's required, my dear. If I die before your last sigh You can think of me as that silly guy Who had no way of dealing with his love. All rights reserved.