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poem about my dad i think. |
once a man Once a kid just a kid Innocent like a child and Swingin' On The Swing Set Swing Swingin' On The Swing set No trouble on his mind yet Not a place to lead his life yet So long ago he was a child. Or a young boy in his prime, Yes He was young and tough as time then Swingin With His Girl Friends Swing Swingin' With His Girl Friends Such a simple life Yes What a simple simple time Then. Once he was a man too did everything a man would do that man was not the same inside no no longer keeping track of time just, swingin with the dope heads swing swingin' with the dope heads tryin to find the place again where he was a child yes put some meaning to his life yes thick rollers in his veins bloody noses from cocaine now more lost than when he started thought he had a life then no swingin' on a dope binge swing swingin' on a dope binge now he recalls he was a family man had a reason to keep going then not high on lsd then not snorting speed or shooting smack then he had children of his own his own children and a home. so long ago long ago. he's a tired old man now swingin' by his neck swing swingin' by his neck he forgets all of his life yes now he doesnt have no time left once a child now again and he leaves the world behind him. |