I was going through some of my mom's old cookbooks this morning and found a hand-written note. It looked like some sort of poem, so I looked up a line on Google and found that it was lyrics to a Reba McIntyre song. There is no way really to know what my mom was thinking when she wrote down those words, but I'm sure they had meaning to her. As I read them, I realized that I could have written the words myself. How sad that we can live our lives never really knowing those who should be the closest to us.
Here is the song....
The greatest man I never knew
Lived just down the hall
And everyday we said hello
But never touched at all
He was in his paper
I was in my room
How was I to know he thought I hung the moon
The greatest man I never knew
Came home late every night
He never had too much to say
Too much was on his mind
I never really knew him
And now it seems so sad
Everything he gave to us took all he had
Then the days turned into years
And the memories to black and white
He grew cold like an old winter wind
Blowing across my life
The greatest words I never heard
I guess I'll never hear
The man I thought would never die
S'been dead almost a year
He was good at business
But there was business left to do
He never said he loved me
Guess he thought I knew
1 comment:
wow.
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