About Me

The more I say, the less you hear;
The less I say, the more its clear,
That wishing for to know me more
Is not a fancy you hold dear.

Humbling Fatherhood

'Fit weren't for fatherhood

I'd never've understood

That all the hurt my Dad did blurt

Had come from something good

'Fit weren't for fatherhood

I'd never've understood

That every time he lost his mind

He'd done the best he could

'Fit weren't for fatherhood

I'd never've understood

That if I can be half the man

As he, then I'd be good.

Furrows In Your Brow

It ever pleases me to see
The furrows in your brow
That come about with every pout
Begotten by a row;
So let me plot and fabricate
An argument somehow,
That I may sigh, and gaze upon
The furrows in your brow.