Happy 90th, Dad

Brother and Father, true Of 90 years, they have no clue Grandchildren rush to wishes, send None yet, from the great-grandson at Trent's end Born in the depression pit Promised relief if at desk, you sit Watched a subcontinental tear To join a state of emergency, rare From steamship to service royal You proved yourself truly loyal The crown's agents embraced you, sure For their empire's profit, pure You, in stature, grow Wife and kids in tow Gave them your all Theirs to rise and fall A new crown stalks the land They miss the card in your hand Joke's on them, right Let them learn a nonagenarian's might From the prodigal, a wish in rhyme This sixty-second time No mere words, off a duck's back True feelings of love, don't lack