Only A
Dad

 

Only a dad, with and 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 unknown (altered)

Proverbs 17:6 Children's children
are
the crown of old men; and the glory of
children are their fathers.

 

 

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