Name That Tune

I listened respectfully

To what he had to say

And once again

He replayed the past

To the beat of his own tune
Then comes forth –

a reminder I’ve heard before

Of where he came from –

And what he did for us

I then find myself swaying to this rhythm

And then wondering why

So I stop and remind myself

This is his tune

And I must recoil to my own
So I let him speak

While my mind wonders

I think of what he said

And how it could possibly

Pertain to my own beat
My Dad loved us with t h i n g s

How I get upset with my husband

For not doing the same -

When I fell in love with him

For something Dad never gave

And so, I have named this tune

And if I do nothing about it

I am no better than he

And this life has no truth,

Only the madness

Of a simple beat