Questions I Have

.
I have a few questions for which I would like an answer.
These questions have haunted me deep down like a cancer,
Making me wonder why I just never asked back in the past.
I hope you respond to the questions I took the time to ask.

.

.

.

Questions I Have

.

.

 

Craig, I have wondered if you carry a grudge for all of the scars,
That I put on your body from our rowdy boy days so bazaar.
Perhaps I was a little rough on you since I was a somewhat older,
So let me know or I might just have to cry there on your shoulder.

.

.

 

.

.

..

.

.

.

 

Kristi, I have always wondered how I was as a paternal parent,
Did I do a poor job, and if so, in what areas was I a little bent?
If I failed in some specific area, tell me what it may have been.
Respond to this blog, so this old dog will then know of his sin.

.

.

 

.

.

.

..

.

.

.

 

Tamara, when you pulled that all nighter at age sweet sixteen,
Did you really think we wouldn’t worry and hunt for our queen
All night long thinking you might be hurt or in some trouble,
Or was it just a line conjured so your grounding wouldn’t double?

.

.

.

 

.

.

.

.

..

.
.

 

Brenda, since you have lost much weight totaling a whole me.
What happened to all that skin covering your old large body?
It is not readily apparent as you now look so very slim and trim,
Did that old skin shrink up to fit the new you now so very thin?

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

 

Darena, back when you had those big hemerrhoids so raw,
I always wondered if your Preparation H helped any at all?
Did you have to take something to keep your poop kinda loose,

Or did you just finally give up and say, well what’s the use?

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

 

Pam, how in the world have you stayed so healthy so long?
You don’t even take a single pill and your body is just a song.
Tell me your secret as I seem to have everything so very wrong,
And will likely keep having problems until the day I am gone.

.

.

 

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

..

Ellis, that time we ran into Tanya Tucker at the Nashville Cafe,

and she asked us to join her at a big Honky Tonk that day.

Did you get just a little jealous when she asked me to two step,

And then kissed me on the cheek while you just about wept?

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

 

Paulette, that day in that bar in Branson with the Rhythm Aces,
When Fred and I was pouring 1/2 of your beer into ours in a race,
When you turned your back to us sitting there in that bar noise,
Did you know and let us do it just to keep up with the boys?

 

.

.

.

.

.

 

Paula, what’s it been like being married to Gary all these years,
He was always the life of the party having fun drinking beer.
Did he ever embarrass you bad in front of some real close friends?
Tell me true what is the best trick that he once pulled on his kin?

.

.

 

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

Linda, when all the Misques thought you had really quit smoking,
And we were all so proud of everyone in the group, no joking.
Did you feel bad 6 months later when you had to tell us why,
You had not quit at all, but all that time you smoked on the sly?

.

 

.

.

.

.

.

..

These are just a few short questions for family and close friends,
You do not have to answer them if you feel that they do offend.
If you do have an answer but don’t want to write in on down,
Just whisper it to me the next time I see you out on the town.

.

.

.

By Bill

.

.

Thanks for reading Questions I Have
Bill