When I was just a little lad
I looked up, at my tall dad
Trying to walk, not crawl
His hand, helping me not fall
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When I was but a young boy
Sharing time with dad, a joy
Bouncing me on his knee
Meant the whole world to me
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When my age was, five or six
Whatever I broke, dad would fix
Around the age of eight or nine
My dad taught me, not to whine
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When I first became a teen
His firmness, I thought mean
I was certain I knew it all
Dad thought I had, a lot of gall
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Butting heads, from time to time
He held me down, I tried to climb
I wanted to be on my own
I thought I was full grown
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I left home, to make my way
Dad knew one day, I’d go away
He prayed for my safe return
The war, was his main concern
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Three years later, I was a man
On my two feet, I could stand
Coming home, I watched my dad
Working hard, most always glad
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Six siblings, still home in the nest
My dad tirelessly, doing his best
Doing for all, what they’d expect
For my dad, I had found respect
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For our family, he gave his all
No person’s need, ever too small
One by one, they too left home
My dad ensured, they weren’t alone
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When my mom was about to die
I saw my dad break down and cry
“I guess I’m weak”, he said to me
I hugged my dad, I disagreed
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Now my dad is ninety-one
His kindness shines like the sun
A gentleman, to all that know
His loving heart remains aglow
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