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In My Eyes
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| by James A. Kisner |
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He's rough and lacks in etiquette,
Society would
say.
He has no classy attributes,
To help him
on his way.
He's not a fancy dresser,
And
he's not so trimmed and neat.
With simple clothes
and simple shoes,
He wears upon his feet.
He doesn't belong to a club,
Or drive a shiny car.
And when he takes vacations,
He does not go very
far.
He doesn't dine on fine cuisine,
To him
fast food's a treat.
And he may use a plastic fork,
When it is time to eat.
He has a modest little
house,
But has all that he needs.
He keeps his
lawn cut nice and short,
He even trims his weeds.
He works long hours at his job,
To make an average
pay.
And even if he's sick or tired,
He goes to
work each day.
His job is just a factory job,
His pay just makes ends meet.
But a few good friends
and family,
Make his life complete.
He's not
well versed in poetry,
Theater or the arts.
And
wisdom is not something,
That he constantly imparts.
He loves the simple things in life,
For riches
doesn't thirst.
He knows what is important,
And
his family is put first.
The wealth that God
has given him,
To treasure in his life,
A loving
son and daughter,
And a very special wife.
He never has much money,
And his life is not
a show,
But he is still the richest man,
That
I will ever know.
To others he's a simple man,
And fame he's never had,
But he's the greatest man
I know,
He also is my dad. |
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