My Father
He use to stand so strong and tall
With hands the size of a basketball
He always wore a cowboy hat
And beautiful boots to go with that
He fought for his country for some time
And probably didn’t make much more than a dime
His life was spent working hard as a farmer
And owned a gas station that was hardly a charmer
He loved to hunt and fish a bunch
And loved his family oh so much
He taught me how to shoot a gun
And took me to shoots that were fun
He stood behind us one and all
There to catch us when we fall
He use to stand so strong and tall
Never did I think he would age at all
He loved us more than anything
And always made his love for us sing
A handsome man he has always been
Inside, outside and deep within
More proud of him I could never be
A man with honor for all of thee
He use to stand so strong and tall
Now I wonder will he fall
These golden years he says aren’t fun
I think he would rather be shooting his gun
And yet he is here each and everyday
For each of his children, what more can I say.
More proud of him we could never be
Our love for our father you will always see.
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