Like the strongest oak,
You refuse to bow down
No matter how tempest the storm
You stand strong, tall and proud
Your bark is flaking now
The memories are you leaves
And like the leaves, when one falls
It story is told as you reminisce out loud
But do not worry you still are quite young
With the prime of your life not quite yet begun
Friends surround you
Like many a fallen fruit
Yet not as bold as you were when you were just a shoot
Defined, strong and justified though you are
A sapling inside we see
For no matter how old you grow
A sapling and a juvenile is what you’ll remain to me
No matter how tempest the storm You stand strong, tall and proud... very optimistic, good tribute to a Dad! A 10.
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One of the greatest sentimental poems I have read. I gave it a 10. GW62