My Dad
He ever was a quiet man,
With a kind and caring way.
He never was a superman,
But cast of common clay.
A humble man of little note,
Of tranquil, peaceful spirit.
Like a gentle breeze he touched my life,
And I am better for it.
Copyright © William Robinson | Year Posted 2005
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