Daddy's Shoes Are Too Small Poem by Lois doyle

Fifteen years in the making and this is what I've become
People leading me to places where the deaf sit with the blind
Opening doors for me that lead somewhere unkind.

I've found that over the years people come and they go and then somemore go
Everyone trying to Drain out who I was meant to be
The song inside skips like an old scratched up record and doesn't sing with the flow
The wind seems to overbearing for me

So the world will lead me inside of a dark, cold place
Where i can chug that beer and follow in my father's shoes
Maybe in 30 years I'll go exactly where he did, in a dead man's case.
And when i gamble with my own life to win somemore, I'll loose.

Well daddy shoe's are too small for me
So I'm getting Bigger ones.