Dad's Footsteps![](https://www.angelfire.com/hi/bernicehibbs/dad/cross.gif)
His footsteps are unsteady,
As he walks across the floor
He tries so hard not to fall
As he reaches the bedroom door
He heads to the kitchen,
for his meds and morning toast..
His hands slow and tremblin
as he hopes for one last boast.
The feet that once were strong,
and sturdy like ole' oak trees
Are now slow and shuffled
and weak as weak can be..
I know he thinks of days gone by ,
as he reads the morning news....
But dad just keep on thinking....
on this you DIDN'T choose.
So,I'll hide my broken heart
beneath my laughing face,
And although you think they'll never care
NO ONE ELSE CAN TAKE YOUR PLACE.... ![](https://www.angelfire.com/hi/bernicehibbs/dad/candle1.gif)
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