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WHAT MY FATHER SAID
WHAT MY FATHER SAID

WHAT MY FATHER SAID

BeatriceBeatrice

Now I understand what father told me few years ago

I thought life was a bed of roses when I met him

He was handsome and fun to be with

All my requests he fulfilled without murmuring

The gifts and love was overabundant and endless

When we walked down the aisle

And the I do was said I thought "wow what a happy day"

Picked backed was I carried to bed

And endless love was shared

When the younger ones came we rejoiced

Until one day the tide turned

My better half became a drunkard

For he had lost his job

He practised all kinds of atrocities

When I spoke in despair to him

About his sudden change of character

Did my cheek suffered the rhythm of his hands

He married another and said I was a nagging wimp

With no job or father

And all the burdens now on my shoulder

Did I remember what dad said to me

That life is a bed of cold and bruises.

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