Father Poem by maas weerabangsa

FATHER

Oh my father so frail yet so brave,
How you toiled till you entered the grave;
Your love with grace to us you gave,
Thoughts of you till I die I will save.

You were our hero our living God on earth,
Our rights and wrongs you taught us from birth;
You nourished us with your good cheer'
Now that you are gone we do miss you dear.

You had no wealth but lived like a king,
You never bothered on such trifle things;
Every hard earned cent you did save,
All this with pleasure to us you gave.

Streets you may have swept and cleaned trash bins,
With a sense of pride you did them with no sins;
Every bead of sweat you shed a noble story it told,
Never shirked in your duty you were a ton in gold.

Had you been a farmer a doctor or a mason,
A teacher a clerk or just an artisan,
You did your best come what may;
Your daily bread you earned the honest way.

I do remember your tired and wrinkled face,
When the day was done you would rest with grace;
Gathering the lot of us in your strong arms,
We do recall even now of your masculine charms.

If ever I happen to be a child's blessed dad,
To my child I would tell of the loving father I had;
Living in your honorable footsteps would be my goal,
Where ever you are in peace my you rest your soul.