Now Gone, I So Wish I Could Sing a Song

Now Gone, I So Wish I Could Sing A Song Why did he smile only by few inches His face contorted and it was askew By the garden was a flock of finches Old age, do we forget what we once knew His arms were skinny, not near as mighty His head kinda bald and his beard bright white He said his first wife was mad, too flighty When loving her body was quite a sight But he was my beloved dad and proud Often complained of failing eyesight And when he did that it was very loud Told me when you do something do it right. My dad, so tough, honest as day is long. Now gone, I so wish I could sing a song! Robert J. Lindley, 6-23-2023 Sonnet, My father was the most honest man I've ever known. And tough as nails too.