Two Father Day poems

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Published: Sunday, June 19th, 2016 @ 2:27 pm
By: Bobby Tony ( More Entries )

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My brother and I gave these two poems on Engraved Plaques to our Sons on the day of their birth. One as a reminder us and the other as a reminder to them. Authors unknown.

TO ANY FATHER

    There are little eyes upon you,
    and they're watching night and day.
    There are little ears that quickly,
    take in every word you say.
    There are little hands all eager,
    to do anything you do.

    And a little boy who's dreaming
    of the day he'll be like you.
    You're the little fellow's idol,
    you're the wisest of the wise.
    In his little mind about you,
    no suspicions ever rise.

    He believes in you devoutly,
    Holds that all you say and do,
    he will say and do in your way,
    When he's grown up just like you.
    There's a wide-eyed little fellow,
    Who believes you're always right.

    And his ears are always open,
    And he watches day and night.
    You are setting an example,
    Everyday in all you do,
    For the little boy who's waiting,
    To grow up to be like you.

THE COACH AND THE PLAYER

    On the day of your birth, a team was born,
    that team was you and I.
    The game is life, the field is rough,
    and the stakes are very high.

    Since you were so young, I became the coach,
    that's just how had it had to be.
    But understand I am learning too,
    some plays are new to me.

    Some days you'll see some other coach
    calling plays you'd like to run;
    and you'll feel like playing on the other team
    would certainly be more fun.

    But those days will pass, so try and learn,
    this coach is on your team.
    This coach wants only the best for you,
    and shares your every dream.

    One other thing you need to know,
    lest this very team may fall.
    The coach may call some plays my son
    but it's you who carries the ball.

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