Putting in the overtime

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A thankyou to my dad for having worked hard all his life on building sites to provide for me, my brothers,sister and my mother.

Submitted: April 29, 2007

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Submitted: April 29, 2007

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Trying to make a living and get some decent pay

Putting in the overtime day after day.

I know that you loved us.

You didn’t have to say.

We all knew this was your own special way.

Putting in the overtime day after day.

Love and warmth abounded

within our happy home.

I never did want

and I never went without.

Hard work and effort each and every day to

tell us the things, that you just couldn’t say.

So you put in the overtime day after day.

Winter, summer, hail or rain. In mortar and in muck

 I needed shoes and a  brand new

Coat to wear.

Three miles to the bus stop, but you didn’t care.

“Put your best foot forward and it’ll get you there”

I knew that you loved me,

 I knew that you cared. 

You never had to say.

You just put in the over time day after day.

The breadwinner, family protector.

That’s what you were, a man to look up to

And everyday be proud of.

 Looking at you now, Gnarled, work-roughened hands. 

All Grey and bent of back. 

I look at some young men of this here

age and see how much they lack.

For all my day’s I’ll thank you, for what you couldn’t say,

Putting in the overtime day after day.


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