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My Dad

Father's are wonderful people, too little understood
And we do not sing their praises, as often as we should.

For somehow father's seem to be, the man who pays the bills
While Mother bind's up little hurts, and nurses all of our ills.

And Fathers struggle daily, to live up to the image
As protector and provider, and "hero of the scrimmage."

And perhaps that is the reason, we sometimes get the notion
That Father's are not subject, to this thing we call "emotion".

But if you look inside dad's heart, where no one else can see
You'll find that he is sentimental, and as soft as he can be.

But he's so busy everyday, in the grueling race of life
He leaves the sentimental stuff, to his partner and his wife.

But Father's are so wonderful, in a million different ways
And they merit loving compliments, and accolades of praise.

For the only reason dad aspires, to fortune and success
Is to make the family proud of him, and to bring them happiness.

And like Our Heavenly Father, he's our guardian and our guide
Someone we can count on, to always be on our side.

D.Angel November 30,2001