Crumpled bits of paper filled with imperfect thought,
Stilted conversations I'm afraid that's all we've got.
You say you just don't see it, He says it's perfect sense.
You just can't get agreement in this present tense.
We all talk a different language talking in defence.

Say it loud, say it clear, you can listen as well as you hear.
It's too late when we die to admit we don't see eye to eye.

So we open up a quarrel between the present and the past,
We only sacrifice the future it's the bitterness that lasts
So don't yield to the fortunes you sometimes see as fate,
It may have a new perspective on a different day,
And if you don't give up and don't give in
You may just be ok.

From the song 'Living years' by Mike Rutherford and B.A.Robertson

Family Reality Check
The Living Years
The Dance of Anger
'Wasted' by M.Warner
Whose Pushing Your Buttons?
'Love' by Lennon
My Mind has Thunderstorms
Forgiveness and Reconciliation
Happy Couple = Happy Child
Kids Learn From What You Do- not what you tell them to do.
A Smouldering Wick
As Soon as You're Born They Make You Feel Small
Keep your Head
A Mother and A Father
An Auto-Biography
The Brainy Comedian's Joke Formula

EMail to Grandad here.