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| Dedicated to my father. |
"Family Doctor"
Written June 19, 2016
By: Daniel Fortune
Before every morning
Before even the sun
He rises from bed
And goes for a run
For the stress can add up
From the daily grind
He’s a family physician
The best that you’ll find
And it helps him to run
So we let him unwind
By jogging for miles
And not questioning why
He returns shining in sweat
But relaxed and calm
It’s shower then work
20-some-odd patients and all
And he shows up each day
He can’t call in sick
His patients: they need him
And so do his kids
For our lives are good
And we owe it to him
There’s nothing we needed
That he didn’t give
And when he comes home
After working it’s night
He doesn’t need much
Just a kiss from his wife
And a solid meal
Even leftovers will due
He never complains
He just needs to refuel
So he can wake up next morning
Before even the sun
He’ll be needed again
It helps him to run
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| Dedicated to my parents. |
"The Ties That Bind"
Written Nov. 4, 2014
By: Daniel Fortune
The ties that bind
Us side by side
Not just water
But more like wine
That fills our bodies
At all times
And links our souls
Forever entwined
The ties that bind
In tougher times
We come together
For hugs and cries
We come together
To come untied
And tie back up
In due time
The ties that bind
Our crazy lives
The sweet and sour
Our vanilla skies
Though tangled up
We often find
Ourselves together
The knot reprised
The ties that bind
They’re good
For life
