Now Gone, I So Wish I Could Sing a Song
Now Gone, I So Wish I Could Sing A Song
Why did he smile only by few inches
His face contorted and it was askew
By the garden was a flock of finches
Old age, do we forget what we once knew
His arms were skinny, not near as mighty
His head kinda bald and his beard bright white
He said his first wife was mad, too flighty
When loving her body was quite a sight
But he was my beloved dad and proud
Often complained of failing eyesight
And when he did that it was very loud
Told me when you do something do it right.
My dad, so tough, honest as day is long.
Now gone, I so wish I could sing a song!
Robert J. Lindley, 6-23-2023
Sonnet,
My father was the most honest man I've ever known.
And tough as nails too.
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