Just Me Poem by Bob Gibson

I didn't start life as a father, I started as a son
the allocates my father gained they are what he won
he never asked for acceptance that was rightly given
he was my dad, he did his best, there was no decision
he worked twelve hour shifts, absence was the norm
he would disappear at six o clock and not return till morn
holidays what were they? overseas were for the rich
a bus ride to the seaside and not a tent to pitch
no matter! i loved my Dad! i wish he were here today
to see his grandchildren, that i would so proudly display
My boys love the outdoor life on water or the bush
they're traversed the mountain streams, and meadow pastures lush
we live twelve thousand miles from, the place that i was born
but they know no differant to them it's just the norm
I often look back upon my life, and think of who i am
were we meant to be here and was there a plan!
I'm just a mortal man, one day i will expire
but for now I'm sixty five and ready to retire