Better Late Than Never
Did I get that much older
Or did he somehow get
younger
Maybe the answer is buried
somewhere in between.
Grandad to my children
Forevermore dad to me
I see him now in a way I had
never seen.
Has he become more tolerant
Or I much more sedate
We now listen to listen to what
the other has to say
I spent my youth in battles
But have come to realize
All conversation is not a
familial battle play.
I wanted what other families
had
A dad who was always there
Ignoring his depth of personal
sacrifice
He was thankful for the job he
had
Worked morning noon and
night
He showed his deep undying
love
To give his family a better life
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