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Remembering... Oh, I remember The 23rd of December. I remember when I was young and there wasn’t a care in the world. I remember I was young and carefree I thought nobody was sad No, not even me. Oh, I remember The 23rd of December I remember when the days seemed brighter, clearer The sun shined on everything Far and near Brighter then today. But somehow Someway, back then it seemed clear That today would not be even so drear. Oh I remember The 23rd of December My brother, two years older We would experience With a chem lab just to see What would explode And what could be the possibility. Fun and laughter filled our days As hours passed would be spent in different ways My dolls kings and queens; Even in High School I could never reveal that Barbie still ruled. (Froggy and I Proved) The days filled with few friends, Church and family With confusion The time would come for decisions What to do with dysfunction. Date and relate Sorrow today or tomorrow Make-up Staying up Late in the day, I would awake To see what else was left for me to partake Oh, 1 remember The 23rd of December Six other siblings older and set I have to go back and get the facts Facts of the truth Before the traps Oh, but I can remember The 23rd of December A family of seven Parents teachings before heaven Scores of chores Never ending to the end of day That was the way it was Cause they were teachings for today There couldn’t be any other way. Though many thought harsh There was no other way Without procrastination For them to prepare us for the future Preparation today. Trouble would never find us near As the word of our parents we held dear. Every where we went We carried it with us. Lot’s of love but mostly fear No one spared the fan-belt on the derriere You see, Not even me, The youngest spared. Yes, we feared God as we were taught to do But Smity’s rules superceded His Might be cruel But, Smity's rules ruled! Never teaching Fail is to prevail But trouble could lead to jail. Nope, no one spared But all cared For Mills dedication and Buffalo's will I never know how I faced that shield With Paboy's consistency Skinny’s cleverness. I would never learn how to digest Brossel sprouts, carrots and beets Washed down with dad's RC’s Cola's of Pepsi we often would sneak. Ah, yes, I remember The 23rd of December Toys, food galore Who could ask for anything more? Smity's ways rough and tough To each other we had to prove We had had enough. Pepsi, snicker bars Only one would be behind bars Above all in juvenile hall. Yes, I remember, The 23rd of December Childish ways we depart and grow Adults would beat from a different drum A new generation would come. Some reproach for non-authenticity Some blame for poverty Some reproach for intoxication Some reproach for inflation Some reproach dysfunction But a new generation would learn to function Oh, I remember The 23rd of December Often three jobs at a time Hard work; Feeding a family of nine Wasting nothing, not even a button. Electricity, food including cotton. Oh yea! ...I remember The 23rd of December I appreciate what was given me. I appreciate the good times. And even today, the lashings. I could be like my former chums; Dead, pregnant and/or a bum I had a choice to make Leave the nest and par-take And remember with wisdom The 23rd of December I am older now; These problems I face are mine. I can’t be reproached for the lost time. I am on my journey now I’m thankful for the stolen plow. I’m movin’ on now; Moved on from the place I cherished My home. Now, here I am with one of my own. (Still, Remember The 23rd of December) I look back on those days Glad I had them As I’ve changed in so many ways. Glad for my parents who are now gone. They are being robed and crowned For all the good deeds they have done. Watching over their seeds from their new home. See, they did their jobs Jobs well done I don’t believe anyone could have done better. Because of them, I am able to weather Any storm put in my way. I’m thankful for their teachings each and everyday. They didn’t allow me to get away with nothing. I’m glad too (smile) They’ve instilled so many good things in their children And now those good deeds have been passed on. They did the best they could and succeeded. They brought us up as the way they should. They have won! (Still, Remember The 23rd of December) Unlike most leaders who were feared, They were both very well loved. They taught us responsibility, respect and God above. No apology is needed to the Master above, But Smitty’s rules superceded His As that is what he was put here to do The mission he was to pursue Was completed and accomplished well done. Because of them, all has ran the race and won. (Still, Remember The 23rd of December) Oh, I can't remember! The 23rd of December It was a time that came quick. The year was 1966! |
| Remembering The 23rd Of December |
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