Poetic Verses
To Dad
As that day approaches the one on which we honor father
Being the children we should take time out with awe and wonder
Sitting there as and take that look back over the road
That you together traveled and sometime with emotional load
There was no doubt in my mind my day was a hard Trier
Would do his best to provide even if he in the process suffers
One of the jobs he attempted was that of being a fisherman
But when those fish got divided guess the one whose was the least on land
A particular time watching swimming against the fury of the tide
A large sac containing fish was in his hand as he held it by his side
The waster roaring the sand being stirred up but yet he would not let go
He landed the catch on beach off course about a mile or so
How I sat there with tears but admired hit grit, guts and determination
Feeling that perhaps for me and what it was worth he held on
There was nothing then that could replacing that happiness in me
Looking around I could see the people breaking out in cheers for my daddy
Among his many game the one he liked most was that of chess
Those days playing with him there were some lessons for life's express
Saying that my son you have to make opening to get in strategic position
Then you have to affirm it with some defense mixed with some aggression
Now far away from him today those teaching still have influence
How there is always that keeps me firm and the one is on prudence
This now in the heart of the recession that certainly made the difference
As now I am able to continue with purpose in my existence
There is nothing he likes and I will send him the latest cologne
This was something I noticed when I reached as far as his shin bone
But too will follow it up with a call to him on that very special day
Most definitely thanking him for paving as well as lighting my life's way
Being the children we should take time out with awe and wonder
Sitting there as and take that look back over the road
That you together traveled and sometime with emotional load
There was no doubt in my mind my day was a hard Trier
Would do his best to provide even if he in the process suffers
One of the jobs he attempted was that of being a fisherman
But when those fish got divided guess the one whose was the least on land
A particular time watching swimming against the fury of the tide
A large sac containing fish was in his hand as he held it by his side
The waster roaring the sand being stirred up but yet he would not let go
He landed the catch on beach off course about a mile or so
How I sat there with tears but admired hit grit, guts and determination
Feeling that perhaps for me and what it was worth he held on
There was nothing then that could replacing that happiness in me
Looking around I could see the people breaking out in cheers for my daddy
Among his many game the one he liked most was that of chess
Those days playing with him there were some lessons for life's express
Saying that my son you have to make opening to get in strategic position
Then you have to affirm it with some defense mixed with some aggression
Now far away from him today those teaching still have influence
How there is always that keeps me firm and the one is on prudence
This now in the heart of the recession that certainly made the difference
As now I am able to continue with purpose in my existence
There is nothing he likes and I will send him the latest cologne
This was something I noticed when I reached as far as his shin bone
But too will follow it up with a call to him on that very special day
Most definitely thanking him for paving as well as lighting my life's way
