You’re not old, Dad
You got wrinkles
And few hairs
But you’re not old
You got dentures
And cataract
But you’re not old
You’re forgetful
And a crank
But you’re not old
Fathers don’t
Grow old, Dad
Good fathers
Don’t grow old
In the hearts
Of the children
They Loved
How sweet. What a wonderful way to capture the youth of dad in the eyes of a loving child.
This brought tears to my eyes because.... yes we do grow old. But it's amazing to think we remain young in the hearts of our kids.
Old is gold in any language or culture. A fine tribute to fathers. I miss mine. Warmest regards, Sandra
I wish I could be poem to the eyes of my children... how sweet! ZThanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I hope your father enjoyed this poem as I did too. Fathers never grow old in our hearts. SUPERB! ! !