When I was a child I made up my mind
Never would I live the life of my parents’ kind
I would study hard and a good job I would find
How could I have been so blind

If I had kids I would give them everything
My work and its income could bring
Food, luxuries every little thing
Not a backhanded slap or words that sting

So a goodish income I found
A child came into the world a little unsound
Stresses of work and I became unwound
Dreams crept away unbound

At least I can say my son has not suffered sexual abuse
There are those that say my discipline was too loose
He didn’t have many options from which to choose
Unlike his father he doesn’t see the need for constant booze

So we have a house over our head
Not much food but at least there is bread
Plenty of love not much is left unsaid
My dreams are gone now long dead

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