not ashaned to admit
not ashamed to admit
i had some hard problems
a few years ago…
in every way you could imagine
i spent a few days with my
mother and father..
i was in my mid-forties (no kiding)
i’m not ashamed to admit -
with my own wife
and young children - back home
i’m not ashamed to admit
my mother loved me with pure love
i’m not ashamed to admit – and …
when I was able - my father took me for
a walk…
i saw birds and trees and got fresh air
and he introduced me to his
golfing buddy, “this is my son..!”
i was out of it; i'm not ashamed to admit…
on the walk my father asked me to
try and remember my biggest problem
one year ago and…
for the love of me, i could not..
and then i began to feel better.. and better
i’m not ashamed to admit..
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