He never looks for lauds
He's never one to boast
He just goes on quietly working
For those he loves the most.
His desires are seldom spoken
His wants are very few
And most of the time his worries
Will go unspoken too.
He would correct you time and again
for you to form a corner in brain
to amass in you sagacity,
he would fetch all the preeminent entity.
He's at hand with a firm foundation
through all our storms of life
a sturdy hand to hold tight
in times of stress and strife.
A true friend we can turn to
When times are good or bad
One of our greatest blessings,
The man whom we call Dad.
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