Trooper
06-20-2005, 09:16 AM
MY DAD
HE held me in his arms, to his heart so close
Kissed again and again, and tickled with his nose
He played with me for hours, taught me to talk
He held my tender fingers and taught me to walk
He taught me to love and to be always true
He taught me truth will always lead me through
He instructed with passion, when I was wrong
He taught me courage and to be always strong
Never should I lust for unjust wealth and fame
He taught me to call wrong always by its name
Though he could not read or write but he still
Sent me to the best school, with never ending thrill
He gave me the best, his means could ever give
For virtues and principles, his legacy will ever live
Firm, frank and forgiving, is his image for eternity
Him I will always admire, like him I wish to be
Copyright 2005
John Manohar Yaqub
HE held me in his arms, to his heart so close
Kissed again and again, and tickled with his nose
He played with me for hours, taught me to talk
He held my tender fingers and taught me to walk
He taught me to love and to be always true
He taught me truth will always lead me through
He instructed with passion, when I was wrong
He taught me courage and to be always strong
Never should I lust for unjust wealth and fame
He taught me to call wrong always by its name
Though he could not read or write but he still
Sent me to the best school, with never ending thrill
He gave me the best, his means could ever give
For virtues and principles, his legacy will ever live
Firm, frank and forgiving, is his image for eternity
Him I will always admire, like him I wish to be
Copyright 2005
John Manohar Yaqub