Things My Father Taught Me

Things my father taught me he never wrote down was not the writing type tough as nails he was my dad a word of praise made you feel big as brass one glance was quick to cut you down to size I lied only once to him.. a shame I will take to my grave years later a disappointment he took to his that man struggled hard every day worked his fingers raw to the bone never heard him ever complain I learned that your word at any age is all that a man truly has to give and that pride can never be taken from you it is something only a fool lets slip away he never gave or took anything for free hugging and such that just was not his way but when he crawled wearily into his bed late at night I knew the meaning of a hard days pay and when that man’s boot's hit the floor I knew that the dad I loved....was home Irish