Honesty and honor,
sound so much the same.
Something like a truth.
A feeling to explain.
Days get so mixed up.
Night comes without a word.
She was always singing,
I don't think you ever heard.
Oh,
she is a strange man's complicated daughter.
A strange man's insincere laugh.
She is a strange man's daughter,
caught now on her own path.
A strange man's complicated daughter.
No tomorrow in his past.
She can laugh so loud.
But she'll cry when she's proud.
She can take a challenge,
even if you get too loud.
Beautiful music makes her face
pour like rain.
The beats and the tones are the
spark to her flame.
Honesty and honor,
sound so much the same.
She fights for her own honor,
but honestly,
she doesn't want to explain.
Yes,
she is a strange man's daughter.
A strange man's daughter,
watch her high wire act.
This strange man's complicated daughter.
Wait, what insincere laugh?
A strange man's complicated daughter.
No tomorrow in his past.
Look for her.
Laugh with her,
fall on the floor and roll.
Dance with her.
Look for those eyes.
Let her feel your peace.
Be her surprise because.....
She is a strange man's daughter.
She may have been his insincere laugh.
She is a strange man's daughter,
caught on her own path.
A strange man's complicated daughter.
A strange man's complicated daughter.
She is a strange man's complicated daughter.
No tomorrow in his past.
Nancy McEldowney
May 2012
A collection of stories for and about our elders. They are us and we are on our way to being them. All names have been changed but the stories are true. This is the life I choose. Somewhere so long ago I finally started recording the incredible life I found. Thank you to all of you who kept telling me that I should make this effort. I hope that you find something that you are looking for in my words.
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