I hardly remembered my dad
from the time when I was a boy
When he left we were all bereft
there alone to fend for our joy

So with a pocket full of dreams
I traced the river as it flowed
More like a stray finding his way
I departed the winding road

I went out to try my fortune
and find the father I had lost
How I would grow I didn't know
investing my youth was the cost

He was a man of single mind
who would rule with an iron fist
Much was my fear when he was near
that I would make it to his list

Racing is a beautiful sport
as a horse is a handsome steed
I paid my way every day
to learn the things that I would need

After many years we parted
as I developed my own ways
Never dull my life is grateful
to have had those wonder filled days

Tate