Father

I’m not a man of my father’s class, stature, personified grace I am but one, so wishing that, I one day find my place My father fought in World War Two, with honor, pride and heart I can’t express the thanks or love for all he did impart He held within a silent strength, a voice so stern, yet gentle I can’t truly explain this man without getting sentimental I hope one day to be half the man that my father lived to be And carry on his name with pride through all eternity