He's rough and lacks in etiquette,
Society would say.
He has no classy attributes,
To help him on his way.
He's not a fancy dresser,
And he's not so trimmed and neat.
With simple clothes and simple shoes,
He wears upon his feet.
He doesn't belong to a club,
Or drive a shiny car.
And when he takes vacations,
He does not go very far.
He doesn't dine on fine cuisine,
To him fast food's a treat.
And he may use a plastic fork,
When it is time to eat.
He has a modest little house,
But has all that he needs.
He keeps his lawn cut nice and short,
He even trims his weeds.
He works long hours at his job,
To make an average pay.
And even if he's sick or tired,
He goes to work each day.
His job is just a factory job,
His pay just makes ends meet.
But a few good friends and family,
Make his life complete.
He's not well versed in poetry,
Theater or the arts.
And wisdom is not something,
That he constantly imparts.
He loves the simple things in life,
For riches doesn't thirst.
He knows what is important,
And his family is put first.
The wealth that God has given him,
To treasure in his life,
A loving son and daughter,
And a very special wife.
He never has much money,
And his life is not a show,
But he is still the richest man,
That I will ever know.
To others he's a simple man,
And fame he's never had,
But he's the greatest man I know,
He also is my Dad.
© 2000 ~ James A. Kisner.
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