When I was young
My Dad drank a lot
He still does
Though less than he used to
Now he waters it down
With a dash of lemonade
A little bit of sweet light bitterness
To go with his light bitter beer
He likes a drink, my Dad
Has done for a very long time
He's a good man
Has been for as long as I've known him
Like me, he has a bad temper
And if fuelled by strong spirits
We sometimes lose it
I remember when I was a boy
Him throwing me down the hall
Oh, I probably deserved it
But I also remember him
Kicking the footy with me
In the back yard
And him off working hard for us
Over the years I've noticed something
He's a man of great integrity, my Dad
I got sore at him a few times
When he didn't take my side
It seemed disloyal to me
When I was hurting
And needed him with me
In my corner
But now I realize
I was in the wrong
And he's not in that business
Of taking sides
He gives most a fair go
And has a genuine regard for people
Sure, like me, he's made mistakes
But I'm so damned proud
To call him my Dad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wat an honest poem, in spite of all odds, we still love our parents as there is no1 in this earth who can replace them..gud write