A young man, once a driver,
Accused of killing,
Left unheard
Was thrown into a cell,
They say he got what he deserved
His girlfriend, just a young girl,
Was torn up, and distraught
She sent him lots of flowers,
Letters, and poems on a card
But he just sent them back,
And broken was her heart
He told her older brother to finish what they had,
Broken, yes she was,
And lots of “shit bags” held her hand,
Hows Your Dad

A couple years later,
Released and on remand
Driving local buses,
He’s looking rather grand
She fancied him,
He fancied her,
But never did they speak
She loved him from a distance
Though she’s married and has kids
He an alcoholic,
Would slap and curse her
While she screamed
But she had never minded,
Grown accustomed to the score
And would hide out in the bathroom,
While he’s kicking down the door
Hows Your Dad

Over twenty years later,
She’s adjusted to the seat
Of having no direction
Obligated to his needs
He’d come home from a bender
And hit her mighty hard
With worry streaming down her face,
She’d step out in the dark
Back to when she was a daughter,
Her mother she would run
Pay no heath, to thy kind
For your pain is not my son
Her father come in later,
And ripped the blanket from her hands,
And forced her out the front door
Never darken this old dam
Hows Your Dad

While away on service,
Torn and shredded from the call
She met again the boy who loved her,
Insecurities and all
She fancied him,
He fancied her,
She loved him from afar
Her father lay there dying,
Grief entangled with his thoughts
He pulled her closer,
And kissed her,
Married she might be
But she could dream of nothing,
But his hold,
He was the one she’d need
How are we?

I’m seeking my reflection,
And I say I done my best
As crap as that may be,
Think I’ll put all else to rest
I’ll jet off on an aeroplane
And try to start again,
With the man I’ve always loved
And grown up kids,
And friends
Forget those wicker baskets,
With all that sodden crap,
And forget those lifeless lilies,
They’re hardly worth a damn
How’s Your Dad