A Father's Pride and Joy
There are few things in this world
that this dad would truly treasure
more than what my bright son has done,
for he has brought me great pleasure.
He did not hit a long home run
nor throw a winning touchdown pass.
He did not bag a trophy buck
or reel in the state record bass.
Never voted homecoming king,
never dated the prom queen.
He did not get the play’s lead
or enlist to be a Marine.
Now all of these things are noble
and would make any father proud.
But what my young man accomplished,
for me stands out above the crowd.
What is this fine deed my lad attained
that has brought this swelled dad much joy?
He made the school’s honor roll
so with pride, I cheer, “That’s my boy!”
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