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| 29. My Story My name is Bob And this is my story I was born in the deep dark South Where they waved the Confederate flag in glory I grew up with a silver spoon I had my first yacht by seven Shortly after I met the neighbor girl And learned that playing doctor was heaven But truth be told The thrills of youth came almost seven years later When my best friend’s sister Took my innocence but how could I ever hate her Although I had it all I received my fair share of spankings But with my mother’s looks and my daddy’s brains My misbehaving was for being me and not my academic rankings For eleven of my first great years My entire world evolved around private A shattered marriage and worse divorce Taught me the truth of life and how good I really had it A stepfather then came along I remember his potbelly and shirt collars of blue He chugged his liquor from a bottle But as a surrogate Dad I even loved him too There were no more debutantes Dinner jackets became old and worn Until as a teenager I actually went to work My clothes, although clean, were always thread bare and torn I lettered in all the water sports My jackets was adorned with ribbons and medals At sixteen I bought my first car A 72’ Vega with hatchback and clutch pedals My high school years zipped right by I even earned an appointment to West Point But with the Vietnam War killing my friends There was no way I was going to that joint I worked my way to UCSB To surf, to meet the girls, and to gain some learning Four years later I had a degree Despite my youthful yearning I married at just twenty-one A failed pregnancy was to blame Despite the problems I got it right And three children bore my name The years have flown by in a virtual blur Careers, jobs, and an MBA thrown in for good measure I’ve captained men and reported to women Traveled the world and enjoyed many a pleasure Although a divorce nearly crushed my soul And my company was taken before I was ready to retire I’ve finally learned the joys of love And my spirit couldn’t get much higher For all I have to do is look at you And see what God has placed before me The greatest lesson that I’ve learned How great it is just to be |
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