Still Celebrating You, Dad.
To a man who lived not for himself but for others
To a man with a heart of gold and wonders
Giving himself to others just to save them from blunders
Death has to your life, put asunder
But your memories would always be evergreen to me
Happy posthumous birthday to you, special dad
72 years ago today, to be precise - you were nothing but a lad
Always giving, God used you to give hope to lives that were sad
I lost count how many people's ways you changed to good from bad
Obviously, not everyone was happy, even the devil was mad
Everyone knew without doubt that you were a great gift the world had
If I am to measure your husband material, it would be over a million yards
Your memories would forever linger
I've heard so many of your good deeds that everyone points finger
Your kindness and warmth has always been my ginger
Following in the same path of kindness, nothing can hinder
Strong and rugged you were, leading the way like the jeep; Pathfinder
Now I look back and smiled - it's been joy to have had you as my father
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.