December 30, 2007

Pop's Said

 Pop's Said! 

  

The last thing Pop’s said to me. 

Boy know that I love you and meant you no harm 

Wish you were here boy with everyone else 

Instead of locked up in that man made hell 

If you were here I’d drop all that phony pride 

I’d take you in my arms and together we would cry 

It hurts so bad to have to say good bye 

But son, my time is up and I must go home 

I apologize to you for things I done wrong 

It was never my intent to hurt you, 

Misuse you or treat you bad 

Leaving you son makes me very sad. 

I don’t want you to grieve for me, 

When I am gone, 

I am sorry I won’t be around when you come home 

And we’ll never again speak on the telephone 

So I take this time to say I love you son before I go home 

Just know the Lord has made me free 

 At last I am out of all that misery. 

 I'm following the path God laid for me. 

And up here I am cancer free 

Son, I took God’s hand when I heard him call  

I turned my back and left it all. 

 I could not stay another day  

To laugh, to love, to work or play. 

 Tasks left undone must stay that way,  

I found that peace at the close of day. 

 If my parting has left a void in your heart 

Then fill it with remembering joy that we shared 

Of times when it was just you and me 

Of friendship shared just you and I  

Remember the good times that we had 

When you was just a little boy 

I’d come get you bringing with me some sort of toy 

 And we would go 

To the park and out the door  

As you ran and laughed while my old road dog.   

And I drank a beer or two.  

Son these things I too shall miss.  

Be not burdened with times of sorrow  

I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow. 

 My life's been full, 

My life has been rich 

 I've savored a life so full and rich 

Filled with good friends,  

Good times and so many love ones alone 

The way. Just know son I love you 

And from you I do not desire to go away 

But to stay here is to suffer and lie in pain 

For cancer has covered me from the tip of my toes 

As it spread to my brain. 

All that’s left is a shell of my remains. 

 Perhaps my time seemed all too brief  

Don't lengthen it now with undue grief. 

 Lift up your hearts, peace to thee –  

 God wanted me now; He set me free…. Good bye my son 

Until Heavens you come. 

Riding on the wings of an angel’s arms. 

Love ya 

Dad 

 

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