Today many father’s are
thanked and remembered
for just being a dad
Whilst some are forgotten
for many memories that are sad
Many reasons do we have
to remember our dad’s
Some would rather forget
that parent that they had
It’s best left in the past for them
A man will remember his
gone now these past two years
Such a sad life he led
but the best he made of it all
Remembering words that he said
He could be frustrating and
misunderstood many a thing
But deep inside he was lost
and scared and so very alone
In which he died at his cost
If only the man had a few years
to show his father all he could achieve
To make him proud in many ways
To break the ‘curse’ of his father’s
pain, that’s what he’d have tried today
Now he’s gone to ash and memory
Nothing more to be done
No stone to visit, scattered to meet
the wind, lost to mother nature
Which is who he wanted in death to greet
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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