A POEM FOR DAD

A poem for dad, ‘bout the secret of living,

The meaning of giving, the reasons we’re driven,

Until death do us all.

 

Dance wherever you’re found; the trick to ageing well,

Is never standing still.

Imagination crossed with will,

Feeds the soul, makes it sound.

Trust your feelings and ambition; Daily ask yourself why,

Do I choose to be this guy,

who never fails before he tries,

Coincidence or intuition?

Be it truth, dare or rumour, never take the blame,

For what’s thrown at your name.

It’s a publishing game,

Ideals are all we’ve to humour.

 

The spirit that I have become, I owe it all to you.

The pinks, the orange and the blues. One and only daddy you,

I’ll love you till my time has come.

 

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