A BEAUTIFUL POEM

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.