Dad
Dad is not perfect, but, a wonderful man;
He’s honored by his wife, daughter and son.
Whether a naughty girl or an angelic boy,
He’s ready to buy a gift or make a toy.
Dad is whom you want to be with,
When you’re down or you’re in need.
He is always there for you, giving hope;
And loses his temper when you’re in dope.
Dad was born, indeed, to make us laugh;
Especially, when he shares his funny stuff.
In one’s heart, he leaves his memories;
A true friend, a brother, a man of peace.
So this is what dad means to me;
Am I ready for this? Let me see.
Hmm, I’m thinking; nope, I pass.
I’m old, just 90. You boys don’t rush.
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