Dad

It’s Father’s Day here in the U.S.

I couldn’t let it pass without some mention of my sweet dad. He was the best of men.

He is very missed.

I found this poem on the internet and I thought to share it:

Only
A Dad

Only a dad, with a tired face,
coming home from the daily race,
glad in his heart that his own rejoice
to see him come and hear his voice.

Only
a dad with a brood of four,
one of ten million men or more.
Plodding along in the daily strife,
bearing the whips and scorns of life.

With
never a whimper of pain or hate
for the sake of those who at home await.
Only a dad, neither rich nor proud,
merely one of the surging crowd.

Toiling,
striving from day to day,
facing whatever may come his way;
strong whenever the harsh condemn
and bearing it all for love of them.

Only a dad, but he gave his all
to smooth the way for his children small.
Doing with courage brave and grim
the deeds that his father did for him;
these are the lines that for him I pen only
a dad, but the best of men.

Author
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