Me, I have a father
Who is beyond compare
Absolutely awesome
And is so kind and fair
He is turning eighty-one
Yet seems he’s ever ageless
With substance and great fortitude
That resounds throughout the ages
Each day I get to spend with him
He grows in such regard
Earnest and so diligent
At peace though life is hard
Always there beside his love
In no way far he’s wandered
Has never let a day go by
That’s wasted or been squandered
He makes the best of everything
And never will complain
So fortunate, my life has been
He disburdens all my strain
Comfort does his presence bring
His disposition calming
But wicked is his sense of wit
His heart is overwhelming
This day of days I wish him more
Of all good life can offer
And thank the heavens up above
That I get to call him father