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Dads
Dads are not the speciallest things that ever came to be,
They only seem to be that way to everyone, and me.
My own dad was a giant, when I was two feet tall,
But as I grew, he never seemed to get to being small.
I learned new ways to measure. Wish I could measure up.
Best I could do was making sure that I drank from his cup.
He never had an enemy, because he was a friend.
Whoever needed help somehow he had it there to lend.
He was not a wealthy man. He worked hard just to get by,
And when someone had a challenge he said, “Let’s give it a try.”
He never feared a failure. He knew we learned that way,
He made sure that he could look proudly on his day.
He gave me living lessons, in what to do and be.
He knew just by being there he’d make a man of me.
I know that there are places, where fathers have gone by,
That’s why when someone needs me I say, “Let’s give it a try.”
I show them what I learned from him, and why I cared so much,
And why I know that every child still needs a father’s touch.
So if you can please try to put your arms around your Dad,
And tell him he’s the best one any kid has ever had.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . June 19, 2004
© 2004
