So long ago his making was his way
When the pompas ruled he was himself
A good man kind understanding wise
Those thimking they knew were fooled
A born creation of wisdom his life
Asked of same many times over time
Taking time thinking before advice
Retaining an open heart and open mind
A friend to those who earned the right
To take his thoughts in concideration
Allowing all to know the last action
Was their choice not some decloration
A live and let live soul of integrity
Of values principles understanding
Doing as his father taught him early
In a world often way too true demanding
He always wanted to be half the man that
He saw his own father as being in life
Fully aware his father much weight
He saw his father in face of real strife
Always standing tall proud with time for all
Helping many with troubles of their own
Making time helpimg many that needed help
While he wore the ongoing woe in his home
Amazing the many with selective memories
As they had no chance of being as he
Respected by many who knew ever so well
A man of his word regardless of diversity
All his own life retained endless best
As his father was who'd die for a vow
This man who looked up to his father so
Remained and is no different even now
So many who know him not often wonder
At times by less being called a fool
They who could never be the way he is
Or his father ever had within this tool
Never had his fathers stamina adrenalin
Never worked as hard in their entire life
Never had the woe his father knew often
Never lived knowing his daily strife
An old man he is now yet he continues
To retain all he saw his father as true
Knowing he will never be the man his father
Still living life with the father he knew