Poetry For Everyday People
Great Men
Five thirty a.m.
I would hear
the ironing board
unfolding
the smell of
Aqua velva
my father
getting ready
for work, suit
and tie, shoes
polished,
he would leave
every morning
at six thirty a.m.
come home between
six p.m. and seven,
he drove in rush hour's
war everyday to our nations
capital, two hours
there, two hours back,
and we waited for him
every night
to eat dinner together,
he was our hero, always
will be, integrity, unwavering
pursuit to take care
of his family, your simple
warrior, cautious, lead
by example,
it's an honor
to look in his
kind smiling
brown eyes and know
great men exist.
I would hear
the ironing board
unfolding
the smell of
Aqua velva
my father
getting ready
for work, suit
and tie, shoes
polished,
he would leave
every morning
at six thirty a.m.
come home between
six p.m. and seven,
he drove in rush hour's
war everyday to our nations
capital, two hours
there, two hours back,
and we waited for him
every night
to eat dinner together,
he was our hero, always
will be, integrity, unwavering
pursuit to take care
of his family, your simple
warrior, cautious, lead
by example,
it's an honor
to look in his
kind smiling
brown eyes and know
great men exist.
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