Father’s Day is special
For those who had a dad like mine;
There was not a finer father
You could ever find.
He worked two jobs when that was needed
To keep us clothed and fed;
He rocked his babies off to sleep
Before tucking them in bed.
When work was over he made no stops;
He always came straight home;
He never stopped to lollygag
With mother home alone.
He was well-known throughout our town
And respected by his peers;
Though times were hard, the bills were paid
With never much arrears.
He was, in short, a decent man,
The kind of dad you need,
To help with all your quests in life
And teach you by his deeds.
B. Killebrew
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