Friday, December 19, 2014

Only A Dad

Only A Dad

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 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.

Edgar Guest

Happy Father's Day to my wonderful husband!  Your wife and children adore you.

Happy Father's Day to my dad! A man that is beyond compare with concern for others and the willingness to do what it takes to get the job done.

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