That Dad Of Mine

By Adam N. Reiter

He's "slowing down", as some folks say,
With the burden of the years, from day to day;
His brow bears many a furrowed line;
He's growing old-that Dad o' mine.

His shoulders droop and his step is slow,
And his hair is white - as white as snow;
But blue eyes sparkle with friendly light
And his smile is warm, and his heart is right.

He's old? Oh yes! But only in years,
For his spirit soars as the sunset nears;
And blest I've been and wealth I've had,
In knowing a man like dad.

And proud I am, to stand by him,
As he stood by me when the way was dim;
I've found him worthy and just and fine
And a Prince of men - that Dad o' mine.