I've got to admit it's getting better, betterLet me do a little twist on that.
A little better all the time, it can't get no worse
I have to admit it's getting better, better
It's getting better since you've been mine
Me used to be angry young man
Me hiding me head in the sand
You gave me the word, I finally heard
I'm doing the best that I can
In the manner of Dante, I spent years consigning my deceased father to the deepest circles of hell for having abandoning my mother and me when I was a child. In the end, although I haven't copied the history and I am a distinct person, I realize I'm not much better than my father.
And that's what I really call getting better.
3 comments:
Wow!
No one asked me, but stay with this for a while and then you can start to think the other ways you have been better.
That is, if you need to continue judging.
"There is nothing noble in being superior to another person. The true nobility is in being superior to your previous self."
Proverbs
I always tried to be a different person to my father. I was shocked when, years after I had last seen him, someone who had known my father met me and told me I was just like him. Shocked and hurt. I strive, to this day, to be a different, and in my view, much better person than he was/has been.
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