Daddy Was A Working Man Poem by Walterrean Salley

My dad was a working man
With never— ever—an idle hand.
And far from perfect as could be,
He believed in his family.
He'd work every day of life
To support his children and his wife.
His mother passed when he was five,
Which left him hurt—torn inside;
Her memories were far and few;
His dad and siblings were all he knew.
Dad gave us what he could, as such,
Tho' all he had was not much.

(9/2016 Revised for a smoother flow.)