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“G’wan ya boy”



It’s in the genes I reckon

Though I would love to know

If all my older brothers

Think like this, also.


My dad was a safe driver,

His cargo, family fine,

To him was, OH SO PRECIOUS,

They were made, by design.


So when we were all with him,

Full family or just part,

His job was solely, safety,

His love flowed from his heart.


ESPECIALLY so, when driving,

To speed, - that was a ‘NO’,

He loathed whenever he’d be late,

Wherever he would go.


“It’s better to leave early…..”

Oft I’d hear him say

“……Than be, even a minute late,

Or ‘early’, end your day”


Thus, he would depart sooner,

He didn’t like to race,

Preferred to keep speed limits

He loved the gentler pace.


I STILL can hear him saying,

And often, now, repeat,

Whene’er I'm over taken 

By one, with time to beat.


And think - 'I AM my father’s son'

His traits, DNA code,

“G’wan ya boy and hurry back,

For another load”.


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