The Old Man

 

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The tears have all been shed now,

We've said our last good-byes
His soul's been blessed and he's laid to rest
And it's now I feel alone

He was more than just a father
A teacher my best friend
He can still be heard in the tunes we shared
When we play them on our own

I never will forget him for he made me what I am
Though he may be gone memory lingers on
And I miss him ... The old man

As a boy he'd take me walkin'
By mountain field and stream
And he showed me things not known to kings
And secret between him and me

Like the colors of the pheasant
As he rises in the dawn
And how to fish and make a wish
Beside the holly tree

I never will forget him for he made me what I am
Though he may be gone memory lingers on
And I miss him ... My Old Man
I thought he'd live forever
He seemed so big and strong
But the minutes fly and the years roll by
For a father and his son

And suddenly when it happened
There was so much left unsaid
No second chance to tell him thanks
For everything he's done

I never will forget him for he made me what I am
Though he may be gone memory lingers on

And I miss him ... The Old Man
Happy Father's Day to all.

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Frank gazed at his hands in disbelief tinged with anger.  How could this have happened?  He berated himself as he reviewed this part of his life, step by step.

He had been so careful even to the point of being called ‘overly-cautious’.  Every move he made was planned out with all its possible consequences.  That had given him great success all throughout his life.  “That Frank, boy, he never does anything without thinking it through a dozen times.  Slow, but Frank is something else!”  People had said about him for all of his 72 years. 

Buy or sell…left or right…that was how Frank lived his life.  And now this.  How could he not have seen this happening?  The clues were all there, he realized that now.  And now?  What would he do now?

Frank should have forged forward when he had the chance.  Taking chances on a whim wasn’t his way, but that was what Frank had done.  He should have seen the walls closing around him, suffocating him, taking away his very breath.  Too late, too late now.

With a heavy sigh of resignation, Frank reached across the board and knocked over his King.  “Damn you, Jenny.  I resign.”

“Oh, Grandpa!”  Jenny giggled.  “It’s just a game!”