THERE

(for my father)

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Stand like a tree trunk,

no silly conversation

Forget the white lies

or showing loud appreciation

A mind of your own

and it’s fine grey matter

Navigate on justice,

that is what you’re after

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You’re there, always the same,

you’re there

And though you hide it well

I know that secretly you care

​

Solid as a rock, no follower of fashion

However the wind blows,

pointing to the same direction

Coming of age becomes you well

Never is a funny story you can’t tell

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Doublecrossing pisses you off;

That is not the way

that you handle your stuff

It may be done with

finesse and grace,

But you stand up and say:

“get out of my face!”

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Now I am the apple I carry the seed

I recognise it every time we meet

May not have as much of you

but I don’t mind

I think you are one of a kind

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You never troubled me with

good advice

Sometimes silence is really wise

One time I asked you

to give me a hand -

You showed me that you really can!