Words To My Father
I've heard people say............
My poppa is a good, good man.
While others say my daddy is a man they can't stand.
But all I know is my father is my own superman,
moving burdens, like mountains, with a shift of his hands.
There are not words that could quite describe what he means to me.
No amount of materials or money, that can compare to him, you see.
My daddy is a good man.
Mere perfection is not within his grasp,
but through his examples,
his humanity, makes me proud to exclaim,
that my father is great, not only in name.
So to all those folks who say they don't like him,
they just don't know or don't understand,
My daddy is a good man.
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