Happy Birthday Father Poem by Alfred Barna

We die in our desires
To fulfill many things we wish to do
Yet hope is in the fires
Of which drives our toils and strengthens anew
After all without dreams
Where is the drink that refreshes the soul?
Without all the scenes
Which flow through our slumber's atoll.
My Father was a dreamer
Full of wishes and plans
Though, along came the redeemer
And lead him to sleep from my hands
I Loved him, not because of what he could give me
But for the simple hope he had for us all
He gave plentiful of things you cannot buy or see
And for me, he shall always stand upright and tall
Though he considered himself lowly, and to ignore
Working hard for little, my soul he enriched with his needs
For the Day cometh the cool water He shall pour
When I come to His house, we will be quenched, and with his seeds
I will plant those hope and dreams and watch them grow
Then Our Father and my Dad will know I Loved Him so