Those Folks Of MineThose Folks Of Mine






When I was but a lad, And didnt quite understand, The true meaning of pride until I was a man, My father always said to me, Hold your head up son, walk proud, Sometimes I think my head touched the sky, oh yes, Dad! I was proud, So proud was I. When I met someone who was snooty and mean, I just raised my head a little highter it seemed.



And often I'd say to myself, "Why I'm better than they! Why I won't even lower myself to say Good day!" But all my Dad was saying to me..."Be Proud of your mother and me. And all the things we're trying to be" But I took Dad all wrong, the pride I had was not of home.



I became worse than those I dispised, the snobbish and so rude in my eyes, Now I'm learning the true meaning today. I'm trying to be humble in everyway. I'm trying to be all the things my Dad said to me. For no finer folks in this world you'll find. Than those two, yes those two folks of mine

by: Louise Matney



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