A Confession on Father's Day

Father, father, father, father

I have a confession to make,

I wanted to tell you just how much I care,

but not on Promotional Fairs;

when candies, and neckties, and wines are all sold

to children and mothers who rarely are bold

enough to just say the three words you want heard,

"I love you."

And shops and departments -- eleborate, cold,

advertised mechandise, franchises doled;

I don't really need a reminder to say,

"I love you."

'Cause everymorning when I wake,

'cause every evening when you're flaked,

I will always hug you tight.

I will always make you smile

'Cause I love you.

I love you, 

more and more each day.

Sorry, I have no presents today.

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Seriously, Happy Father's Day and Mother's Day are not really a culture, per say. It's all for the money and advertising and what some would probably call a Consumerist Culture. I mean, you can always express your love to your parents any time of day. People who follow that consumerist "tradition"  are just wasting their money. I mean, why do you need to give material stuff to your parents when few kind gestures should be enough to fill their hearts?

Gestures like, going over to their house and visiting them every week or once a month, or once a year? A nice long distance call, or a few, "Sorry I was never able to say these things until ..." It doesn't have to be on that day or month. It can be any other day!

Times are trully changing; people are becoming more and more materialistic each day that it makes me sick.

Don't you ever wonder that with people buying more of the same stuff, you increase the value of that something, which, in competition to that object, other materials also increase their sales value, until everything becomes expensive?

Why don't we just stabilize things? Ya know? Equalize the value so we don't have to spend so much?  You do this kind of shit, we'll keep on going to that same problem of "inflation" or, the current downsizing of companies due to invisible money that kept flowing into the bank, resulting to bankruptcy!

I'm sure there's a positive side to a Consumerist Tradition, but, sometimes, when my mother complains she doesn't even receive a card from me, I'm hurt. I wonder if what little gestures of love I showed to her, matter at all. Those cards are just gonna end up in the trash bin, anyway. A few hugs don't matter to you? A little nudge or a bashful, "Thank you," don't matter to you? I mean, what happened to the stuff you give on Christmas Day? Can't you wait another year? 

You see what am saying?

 

No offense, am just stating facts here.