Thursday, 12 June 2025

My old man

What a geezer my dad was
He told me off when I did wrong,
He loved the quiet life as he did love singing a song.

He played a card story, which I wondered how he did?
He was extremely proud of his kids 
Yet, if you got on his nerves he knew how to rid.

He was a laugh
And loved making fun,
His sense of humour was vicious, virtually second to none.

I have nothing but fondness as I continue to remember his ways
I know he is inside my heart always, that truth shall always stays.

Jason
13th June 2025

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