My Godfather Was He

A monstrous man was he Broad shoulders and weighing a ton Stood as tall as a cedar tree What kind of a man was he? He had wonderful stories to tell Of his youth and when times were swell A passion for food and a bottle of booze He sat in his chair slowly to unwind His voice was as smooth as whisky Inside a ferocious tiger waiting to devour His family he kept at bay, wanted to alone stay The man to me was a mystery Heard a lot of painful stories about him Greed for wealth and neglect of health He lived life on his own terms Till he finally bade us farewell