Remains

The first thing I remember about you was your droning baritone voice
checkered shirts Maggi vegetable soup and a massive milk white arm
a hard metal working distant boss you said I wasn't like other boys
and I wasn't and everyone understood that it would cause you alarm
 
You resented seeing your own ego in me like it was a cheap imitation
that was probably because I was sensitive and that didn't compute
and even though I miss you so there remains this gnawing irritation
of course I love you father I wish we could have settled our dispute
 
Our best times were strategically located on your stomping ground
pulling fish from waters sleeping in a bag a stiff drink before sleep
then you were enthusiastic and cheerful and pleasant to be around
eating grilled lamb laughing planning those are moments to keep
 
I have to be fair you mellowed with age but I remained fiery and wild
you were dutiful and I counted on you and I was a big pain in the rear
and so you persisted in talking me down and treating me like a child
see what I mean when I recalled the smiles they morphed into a tear