My father was a tenor
Who could really sing
But he grew up
In the Depression
He had to fight a War
Then raise five boys
And he died so young
That this potential
Was never realised
Now when I want
To visit with him
I put on Jim Nabors
And listen whilst
He sings my father's
Song and close my eyes
Whilst 'The Holy City' reigns
I hear him so plainly
And he lives again.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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