He's rough and lacks in etiquette,
He's not a fancy dresser,
He doesn't belong to a club,
He doesn't dine on fine cuisine,
He has a modest little house,
He works long hours at his job,
His job is just a factory job,
He's not well versed in poetry,
He loves the simple things in life,
The wealth that God has given him,
He never has much money,
To others he's a simple man,
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Society would say.
He has no classy attributes,
To help him on his way.
And he's not so trimmed and neat.
With simple clothes and simple shoes,
He wears upon his feet.
Or drive a shiny car.
And when he takes vacations,
He does not go very far.
To him fast food's a treat.
And he may use a plastic fork,
When it is time to eat.
But has all that he needs.
He keeps his lawn cut nice and short,
He even trims his weeds.
To make an average pay.
And even if he's sick or tired,
He goes to work each day.
His pay just makes ends meet.
But a few good friends and family,
Make his life complete.
Theater or the arts.
And wisdom is not something,
That he constantly imparts.
For riches doesn't thirst.
He knows what is important,
And his family is put first.
To treasure in his life,
A loving son and daughter,
And a very special wife.
And his life is not a show,
But he is still the richest man,
That I will ever know.
And fame he's never had,
But he's the greatest man I know,
He also is my Dad.
-By: PoppyK1@aol.com
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