The Good Ol' Days by Gary R. Hess
This poem is slightly fictional. I don't remember when my relationship with my father could actually be considered good. Anyway, at the time, I remember him drinking quite often. Perhaps that's selective memory, I don't know. But he would hit us. Of course, he would always say that it was deserved. I don't believe that, but that's what he would probably say. He's a lot better now. He rarely drinks and seems quite a bit calmer.
Category: Sad The Good Ol' Days I hate the way you treated me Coming home drinking those nights Not one day went by without it Those times you hit me, my brother We tried to run but always caught Hits were harder Stronger, worse, even more I remember the boards you used To hit us those nights And 'make us learn' Times have changed now But the scars still remain Deep inside, I will hate you forever But I can't change that you're my dad by Gary R. Hess
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