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Right Here Now
Contributed by
Jeff_Scott_Morehead
on
Friday, 4th June 2004 @ 09:14:12 PM in AEST
Topic:
AmericanTragedy
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Right Here Now
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Painfully I missed the first time you walked
And sadly the first time you talked
But Im right here now
Unfortunately I missed your first baseball game
And at the awards banquet I missed hearing your name
But Im right here now
Im sorry I missed your first day of school
Or the talk with your teacher when you broke the rules
But Im right here now
It killed me to miss your first bike ride
And all the father, son meeting I wasnt at your side.
But Im right here now
On the day of your graduation I was out of town
At a business meeting is where I could be found
But Im here now
On your first day of college I was absent again
And in your first game in football I missed your big win
But Im here now
Im here now, but where are you?
Too busy for me, somehow I knew it was true
I thought being a good father
Was giving you all of your wants and needs
It never occurred to me what you wanted was me
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2004-06-04 21:14:12]
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Re: Right Here Now
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by Essentially9 on
Friday, 4th June 2004 @ 09:57:42 PM AEST
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| it is better to finally be there for him now then never be there for him ever. your poem topic was interesting because of how i was able to relate to it. your writing style is impressive. |
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Re: Right Here Now
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by emystar on
Saturday, 5th June 2004 @ 12:33:46 AM AEST
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Remarkably written even tho sad.
At least u aren't like my ex, (my kids father) he's a full blown alcaholic and drinking himself to death.
Luv, huggs,
emy |
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