FATHER'S DAY (1981) 907
O father dear
We still do see
Ourselves when
We were small
And how we
Used to wonder
At your height
And wish that
We were tall
The years so quickly
Have flown away
Our lives
Have changed a lot
The summer's gone
When we were young
Memories now are
All we've got
Your walk, your talk
You had a certain style
But of all your graces
We seek to emulate
It has to be your smile
It's your day, Pop
You'll face it
With a grin
This is our salute to you
Courage and honor personified
Our father and our friend
(First published June 21, 1981 #907)
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