As the weeks have passed and the days grew short
I spent time thinking of father's day
My father, the relationship.
So, who am I to judge
I have never judged harshly, my father;
As I have grown old and been in that position,
It may be that I have failed too.
So, who am I to judge
There was never a manual
Our brains were not wired the same
The input as we grow and learn can be good and bad
So, who am I to judge
So as this day passes with no words
To come to me
from anyone in my past
So, who am I to judge
The day's not done
Hope reigns supreme
I am at peace with life
So, who am I to judge
day of reckoning