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Complex Numbers #591193 added June 15, 2008 at 9:29pm
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Father's Day
Much as I hate to join a crowd in giving Father's Day testimonials in maudlin blog entries, I'm going to do it anyway. It's my first Father's Day without Dad - only it really isn't, because he was taken from me long before life fled his mortal flesh.
And the truth is, Bruce said it much better than I ever could, so I give you the words of the Boss:
I remember how rough your hand felt on mine
On my wedding day
And the tears cried on my shoulder
I couldn't turn away
Well so much has happened to me
That I don't understand
All I can think of is being five years old following behind you at the beach
Tracing your footprints in the sand
Trying to walk like a man
By Our Lady Of The Roses
We lived in the shadow of the elms
I remember ma draggin' me and my sister up the street to the church
Whenever she heard those wedding bells
Well would they ever look so happy again
The handsome groom and his bride
As they stepped into that long black limousine
For their mystery ride
Well tonight you step away from me
And alone at the altar I stand
And as I watch my bride coming down the aisle I pray
For the strength to walk like a man
Well now the years have gone and I've grown
From that seed you've sown
But I didn't think there'd be so many steps
I'd have to learn on my own
Well I was young and I didn't know what to do
When I saw your best steps stolen away from you
Now I'll do what I can
I'll walk like a man
And I'll keep on walkin' |
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