In the dining room, on the wall
were pictures of times past-
Of aunts and uncles, and some curios-
memories, that will, forever last-
One item hung in silence-
a product of those olden days-
Called into service-
when respect for others-often went astray
I remember what my father said
when I asked what 'that' was for-
and a slight grin crossed his face-
"Ahh, yes, I recall it, that's for sure!"
"That's a leather strop", he said -
"to hone a razor, when we shaved-
It was also a "learning tool"-
when we, as kids, misbehaved."
My dad was from the "old school"
when "respect" was being taught
Not by others, but by our parents
else our purpose..........
"Went for naught!"
richard riddle: 11.10.2015
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 2:26 AM UTC
In the dining room, on the wall
were pictures of times past-
Of aunts and uncles, and some curios-
memories, that will, forever last-
One item hung in silence-
a product of those olden days-
Called into service-
when respect for others-often went astray
I remember what my father said
when I asked what 'that' was for-
and a slight grin crossed his face-
"Ahh, yes, I recall it, that's for sure!"
"That's a leather strop", he said -
"to hone a razor, when we shaved-
It was also a "learning tool"-
when we, as kids, misbehaved."
My dad was from the "old school"
when "respect" was being taught
Not by others, but by our parents
else our purpose..........
"Went for naught!"
richard riddle: 11.10.2015
Back then, it took a little "paddl'n" now and then, to attain a certain level of communication.
Request permission to use this poem