Dad

He carries the world on his shoulders
A brave man no bolder than another
Though he tries to be his best
His heart is filled, overcome by stress
Though he works for his family’s sake
He earns nothing more than one mistake
The loss he grieves won’t soon be forgotten
His pain is louder than one I have yet to see
His hands though rough, are gentle to the touch
With these hands he provides for his family
Though he feels it’s not enough
Well I can say I’ve met this man
Who gives his heart and asks nothing more in return
I can proudly say “I love this man”
For many years I’ve called him “Dad”

(C)