Whenever I think of my dear old dad,
There are many things that make me glad.
There are many things that make me glad.
He is always the one I know when I ask,
Will grant me permission for any task.
My dad is the smartest person I know,
To find any answer, he’s where I go.
He endlessly tries to teach me what’s right,
In finances, dieting, or winning a fight.
I can go to him for advice on many a matter.
And he still loves me - even though his nerves do I shatter!
I can honestly say that there never could be,
Anyone who loves their dad more than me!
(Even though I put off writing this poem…)
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