As a son I feel so proud to have you as my dad To see your suffering and frustration at the end was very sad

Never a dull moment, whenever dad was around Bit of ear bashing, but always with dignity and respect as all people had found

Dad was a living history lesson, when people took the time to listen
I guess dad is part of history now, but never he’d be forgotten

Dad like a little drop of the red as we know and quiver
Out would come his reciting of Banjo Patterson “the man from snowy river”

I guess when that poem was written, it was not meant to be hard on the ears
Like it was like a chalk on a blackboard, noise almost brought us to tears

Dad liked his veggie garden and grew more than enough
That’s ok he would give it to family’s who were doing it tough

Sometimes we run in crying, with tears running down our face
Crack hardy he’d say, with a smile and all the poise and grace

Until this day I never knew what it meant
But it had a calm affect, as if from his kind heart it was sent

We will miss you dad, we all will you know
But we have our memories of you to show

Like that back yard dunny, in which you dug into four feet of clay
Such a relief it was not having to carry that pan away

There was no falseness or pretence about you
All the things you said, never a lie spoken they were all true

The little talks we had, when you talked about the poor or the people in need
You did not have much time for the rich or the way they got there, or just simply their greed

Dad was a Aussie, in the true sense of the word
A voice from the past maybe, with his wisdom that should have be heard

Dad liked his motor bikes, as if he was part of one
Sitting on the back may had been terrifying, but so much fun

You gave your life to our family, now the time is for you
Go find your long lost twin, I’m sure you still have plenty of ear bashing to do

Rest now my sweet dad have some fun
To me you will always be number one

Soldier on dear Dad

TallAust (Terry)

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