Father
I’m not a man of my father’s class, stature, personified grace
I am but one, so wishing that, I one day find my place
My father fought in World War Two, with honor, pride and heart
I can’t express the thanks or love for all he did impart
He held within a silent strength, a voice so stern, yet gentle
I can’t truly explain this man without getting sentimental
I hope one day to be half the man that my father lived to be
And carry on his name with pride through all eternity
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