Comments about Paul Wilson
Rememberance Of A Father
I search for words so profound to say about a man I call my father
He is a man of honesty and never stood to be lied too he never would have bothered
He was a man who enjoyed his beer.
I remember fondly, of listening to his laughing and jokes and cheer.
He is a man who was good with his hands, his mind was so innovative
He could make anything that he needed his mind created.
He could fix it all, so ‘Mickey Mouse’ he would often say
But it did the trick even if Mildred’s windows sometimes blew away.
While in retirement he re-invented himself a whole new ...