Only a dad with a tired face,
Coming home from the daily race,
Bringing little of gold or fame,
To show how well he has played the game,
But glad in his heart that his own rejoice
To see him come and to 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 the 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,
Silent, whenever the harsh condemn,
And bearing it all for the love of them.
Only a dad but he gives his all
To smooth the way for his children small,
Doing, with courage stern and grim,
The deeds that his father did for him.
This is the line that for him I pen:
Only a dad, but the best of men.
Our Best Man
So much to say about this man. He sacrificed so much for his children, and made mountains out of molehills. He's also a d*mned good golfer, and is just like a fine wine as he seems to get better with age. I love you Dad! Thanks for everything, and I can't wait for you to hand me that ring.
Topic: The Best Man
Only a Dad
Date: | By: by Edgar Guest (via F. Smith)
Happy Father's Day!
Date: | By: Todd and Claudia
We had to revisit this page today, and leave a Father's Day note to Daddy Greene. We'll see you soon, sir, and thank you much for your help on, and preparing for, this special day of ours.
Loves and Hugs!
-Todd and Claudia