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And So, Dave!And so my so Dave, who we all call Day! Who has a fantastic job, but has to work away! But always comes home, and it's a joy to see… Him walk up the path, to pop in to see me! He is loved by everyone; he has a daft heart, Nothings a trouble to him, and his help he'll impart! He will come and fix that, this and the other, With a goodness within, and a love for this mother! I miss him when he's away, but I also understand, That in his life, the job is always at hand! And proud of that job this son of mine so earned, With such hard work and dedication, gained and learned! Respected by all of his bosses and work pals too! He gets the job done, and excels as he'll do! In charge of a ‘group' he will take no flack, He gives respect, he gets respect back! Never conceited, never obnoxious; because that won't do! He has special training for his job, and so loves it true! When I see him I am proud of him and what he's achieved! It was worth all the hard work, and the days aggrieved! For his hard work paid off, and how proud I am of he! For he's a fantastic person, and a brilliant son to me! Dave! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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