My father's famous words, "Practice makes perfect," created endless days seeking ways not to be swayed.
But failures lead to inner white lies. This is for me I would cry. My father's dream I could not deny, nor my contrarian needs to be the apple of his eye.
My father's famous words "Get tough," echoed through the years; it's intention was to stop my tears.
Each effort to shine tarnished my pride. Time had come to decide, if I was to fail or to succeed in my father's eyes.
Lord knows, I tried and knew with this dicision a dream would die.
I do agree with Jude's advice, Tracie. This is powerful and I am sure many will relate to what you express. Thank you. Love and peace. Regis
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on June 12, 2004
When you hear enough negative shouts in yoiur ears Tracie
you become deaf to all sound
Great write who wants to
feel discouraged
even when their ideas have
no pratical values
better to but your head
against a stone wall
and find out for yourself
Right?
Bill
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on June 12, 2004
This is so good Tracey i think like Jude her be yourself..
Parents can be strange creatures at times...do what is right for you, let them see you are happy with and within yourself and they will be happy too.
This is a well constructed, powerful bit of writing, Tracey.
Reviewed by Thomas Lanechanger (Reader)
Reviewed on June 11, 2004
You shall always succeed, Poet Tracey Hardie!!!…You have done yourself and your Father proud!!!…All you can do is be yourself, and everything else will take care of itself!!! You have remarkable talent, and insight!!! Keep The Faith. Great job!!!
Reviewed by Alexander Shaumyan (Reader)
Reviewed on June 11, 2004
I think I understand both sentiments--Paul's and yours. We want to be ourselves and we want to make our parents proud. In the end, we have to trust our own instincts. Excellent poem. Alex
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you become deaf to all sound
Great write who wants to
feel discouraged
even when their ideas have
no pratical values
better to but your head
against a stone wall
and find out for yourself
Right?
Bill
well done!
This is a well constructed, powerful bit of writing, Tracey.