Some people come into this world
And one day quietly pass away
We wouldn't even know they're here
So insignificant are they.
My father he was different
A cheery noisy man
And if you didn't like him
He didn't give a dam.
He lived life to the fullest
He'd been most everywhere
Just name a foreign country
He's sure to have been there.
A rebel to society
Yet he loved his fellow man
To anyone who needed him
He'd lend a helping hand.
He dearly loved to argue
And he would always win
For no matter what we had to say
We couldn't out talk him.
He loved to sing and tell a joke
Speak to strangers in the street
I feel real sorry for
Those folks he didn't get to meet.
So I write this poem
And for what it's worth
I am proud to say my father
Left his stamp upon this earth.
And if there is a heaven
I see him large as life and full of fun
Telling God and all the Angels
Just how things should be done.
