By Manuel Newton
I remember the times we had together,
I thought those days would last forever,
You would tell me one of your old stories,
I’d sit and listen to you recall old glories,
When I was down, you’d cheer me up,
You kept me safe and not corrupt,
How you tried to rhyme your words,
When you talked seemed so absurd,
But now I wish I could hear your voice,
And those poems, I would rejoice,
You took me fishing at the creek,
When I broke your pole, you turned your cheek,
I miss you Dad, it’s plain to see,
Why did God take you from me?
With tears in my eyes and love in my heart,
For now our paths have split apart,
So go stand proud at those Pearly Gates,
For your son will join you at a later date,
And the old times we had back then,
Will at last begin again.