The Broken Mold |
Claimless to monetary fortune or fame
But wealthy in respect and admiration
Held high in this circle with extraordinary acclaim
Countless times from his heart I have sought salvation
He has dedicated his life to helping all else
For mediocre pay but the satisfaction it impresses
He has asked nothing in return of anyone for himself
His captivating humor leaves you unaware of his great stresses
I have been blessed to have seen an inner side of this man
A piece of him that emerges in deep-rooted regression
Where emotions soar high and confidence placed in my hand
Somehow stronger for him I feel after these brief and rare confessions
Through his eyes he's felt pain that most will never know
He's felt love in his heart and had lives fade in his hands
He carries memories of horrors from decades ago
Never would he insist that you try and understand
Life proved quite different than the course he had plotted
He serves as our Atlas to bear our conscience weight
I'd say given too much than his shoulders have allotted
Despite our burdens in his hands his gait remains straight
Most recently I have endured what I would never want to repeat
Months of hard physical pain and extreme mental anguish
He has proven, though I knew, that he is above the most elite
Constantly reassuring his dedicated love will never languish
He put aside and on hold the events in his own life
and sat by my side and nurtured me to stability
My state of being created much unnecessary strife
Eyes fixed on me, his love was constant predictably
I notice as I age how much my own life will mirror his
Forgetting the unfortunate and focusing on now
I learned my all from him at the point where my life is
I am succeeding at becoming more like him I will avow
Of all the great minds and hearts that fill history's pages
I can only think of one in total that I desire to have
Not the wealth of vision of the prophets or sages
But a heart and mind united as the one that's of my Dad.
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