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I grew up so poor, Ketchup sandwiches, And never much more Papa always said, "I'm coming home late" Today, tomorrow, every day; Since now until The future, He still works the long shift, 27 years later From high school, It's elementary, dear Watson I'd kept my grades up, Until I noticed the girls, Or more accurate, When they noticed me Basketball was all I had, A tall white boy, With good hands, I always timed the rebound, Just so... 3-point at the buzzer When no recruiters came, And the buzzer, Had long been silent, I joined... And man, the Army What can you say about that? I walked through hell, And high waters, For people who will, Never appreciate the sacrifice, Who will never know the truth, Rolling up conspiracies, To smoke, Placid in their stupidity I was already long, In the tooth, And salted in my pepper, Before I hit the books College is the hardest, How do you learn, What others deem appropriate? But I love the challenge, I love the people, And I love the work I broke my back, In faraway deserts, And raising two girls, The most beautiful kids They're the only girls, That look at me now, Full of irritation, At how fast I finish the waffles But they're the only ones I need, I won't let them, Climb the same, Pile of garbage, That I climbed I smile at them, Every day, And say, "Daddies gonna be home tonight"
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Feb 19, 2021
Feb 19, 2021 at 12:52 PM UTC
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I grew up so poor, Ketchup sandwiches, And never much more Papa always said, "I'm coming home late" Today, tomorrow, every day; Since now until The future, He still works the long shift, 27 years later From high school, It's elementary, dear Watson I'd kept my grades up, Until I noticed the girls, Or more accurate, When they noticed me Basketball was all I had, A tall white boy, With good hands, I always timed the rebound, Just so... 3-point at the buzzer When no recruiters came, And the buzzer, Had long been silent, I joined... And man, the Army What can you say about that? I walked through hell, And high waters, For people who will, Never appreciate the sacrifice, Who will never know the truth, Rolling up conspiracies, To smoke, Placid in their stupidity I was already long, In the tooth, And salted in my pepper, Before I hit the books College is the hardest, How do you learn, What others deem appropriate? But I love the challenge, I love the people, And I love the work I broke my back, In faraway deserts, And raising two girls, The most beautiful kids They're the only girls, That look at me now, Full of irritation, At how fast I finish the waffles But they're the only ones I need, I won't let them, Climb the same, Pile of garbage, That I climbed I smile at them, Every day, And say, "Daddies gonna be home tonight"
Every failure will eventually lead to triumph. This one is for my two beautiful girls. 13 and 8 are magical ages.
MikeStefan
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37/M/Minneapolis
Feb 19, 2021
Feb 19, 2021 at 12:52 PM UTC
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