Whenever we were younger
The last three, that would be,
Sunday afternoon, from Spring,
Was for the 'family'.
Dad worked Monday through Friday
And Saturday, when could,
To 'make ends meet', the reason,
To mortgage pay, buy food.
He rose up at the 'crack of dawn'
Oft times to home, returned
When younger three had gone to bed,
From him, 'work ethic' learned.
Though Sunday, it was 'church day',
Aft' lunch, if dry weather
We'd all head out a driving,
To have some fun, fresh air.
We ne'er knew destination,
Oft' times, neither did dad,
At road junctions, asked us "which way?"
The BEST road trips, we had.
No GPS to get us home,
Built in system had he,
No matter WHERE we ended up,
Home safe, we'd ALWAYS be.
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