I remember long ago
When I was just a child
My father was a man
Whose manner meek and mild
As I grew older
I use to wonder why
He spoke in soft tones
Never raised his voice to cry
One day I asked him
Dad why are you so weak
Why do you wait
While other men speak
With a look I'll never forget
I saw the pain in his eyes
Even today when I remember
My heart cries
He said “It's not great words”
“ Nor the strength of your voice”
“ It's not what you say”
“But your choice”
“Choose simple words”
“ Words not hard to understand”
“ In them lie the power”
“This whole world to command”
“ A fool uses many words”
“In them you can see”
“He is a slave to his delusion”
“ With eloquent words he strives to be free”
“ A man who is insecure”
“ Speaks loud for all to hear”
“ In his rantings and ravings”
“ He struggles with his fear”
“ It is the quiet man”
“ A man of a simple word “
“Whose voice of reason”
“Most often is heard”
“When he speaks”
“ It is reasoned and sure “
“ His motives not selfish”
“ But sincere- pure”
“ Most days he is ignored”
“ Perhaps even thought weak”
“Louder men are praised”
“ Son heed these words I speak”
“It is in the use of simple words”
“ Words not glamorous or bright”
“Where truth and love”
“ Shed the most light”
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Now dad is gone
Taken home long ago
I sit and remember
I smile and say ‘Yes dad, I know”
“ So many things I could say”
“ So many emotions I feel”
“But these simple words will do”
“ Dad, I love you still”