Thoughts of Dad
I was sitting on the dock feeling melancholy today;
And thought of my Dad and what he would say.
If he were sitting on the bench beside me again;
Like the old days we had, I would hug him, and then.
I would ask him about what really matters in life;
all the work, all the stress, the trouble and strife?
He would say, "In the end it doesn't matter what you bought;
the toys, the money, or the real estate you sought.
What matters the most is the love you hold dear;
your family, your friends, and those that are near.
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