Father by medraught

Photography • Portraits • posted on Jan 30, 2004

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My father, the man who helped shape me into who I am today, who taught me the love of photography, who raised me as an officer and a gentleman. A man who has been through hell, lost so many dear to him, who now feels old and weary of the world, a stranger in a strange land and time, in a society that no longer conforms to the rules he was raised on. The last living family member I have. We've had our differences in the past and even now we may not always see eye to eye on things, but I love him still. He is more precious to me than all the money and riches in the world. "Every generation Blames the one before And all of their frustrations Come beating on your door I know that I'm a prisoner To all my Father held so dear I know that I'm a hostage To all his hopes and fears I just wish I could have told him in the living years Crumpled bits of paper Filled with imperfect thought Stilted conversations I'm afraid that's all we've got You say you just don't see it He says it's perfect sense You just can't get agreement In this present tense We all talk a different language Talking in defence Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It's too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye So we open up a quarrel Between the present and the past We only sacrifice the future It's the bitterness that lasts So Don't yield to the fortunes You sometimes see as fate It may have a new perspective On a different day And if you don't give up, and don't give in You may just be O.K. Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It's too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye I wasn't there that morning When my Father passed away I didn't get to tell him All the things I had to say I think I caught his spirit Later that same year I'm sure I heard his echo In my baby's new born tears I just wish I could have told him in the living years Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It's too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye" Mike & The Mechanics - The Living Years