Opposites
My father loved to fish for
bass.
He loved to hunt small game
and deer.
My husband played electric bass.
That they were opposites was
clear.
Dad hunted with a compound
bow,
And had a favorite fishing
reel.
In worship songs, hubby would
bow.
A fretless Fender was his
deal.
As Daddy felled the deer with
lead,
My hubby filled the air with
song.
And both were well equipped
to lead,
And neither man did any wrong.
We didn’t have to shed a tear,
For our bond’s tear, we had
no fear.
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