My Father

He use to stand so strong and tall
With hands the size of a basketball

He always wore a cowboy hat
And beautiful boots to go with that

He fought for his country for some time
And probably didn’t make much more than a dime

His life was spent working hard as a farmer
And owned a gas station that was hardly a charmer

He loved to hunt and fish a bunch
And loved his family oh so much

He taught me how to shoot a gun
And took me to shoots that were fun

He stood behind us one and all
There to catch us when we fall

He use to stand so strong and tall
Never did I think he would age at all

He loved us more than anything
And always made his love for us sing

A handsome man he has always been
Inside, outside and deep within

More proud of him I could never be
A man with honor for all of thee

He use to stand so strong and tall
Now I wonder will he fall

These golden years he says aren’t fun
I think he would rather be shooting his gun

And yet he is here each and everyday
For each of his children, what more can I say.

More proud of him we could never be
Our love for our father you will always see.

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