Meet My Dad
My little boys are growing up,
Normal, healthy, not too bad—
And confidentially I suspect,
No worse than Grandpa was, or Dad.
Though true at times they irritate me,
At times they make my heart feel glad,
When friends so proudly they introduce—
"I want you to meet and know my Dad."
No epitaph could grace my tomb,
No greater homage could be had,
Than for my sons to say to friends—
"I wish that you had known my Dad."
