There’s always one person That you can go to for discussion About anything and everything Even things That cause a sting
They might be your partner They might be a friend But it’s a special kind And rare to find When your best friend Is your dad ‘Til the end
We used to chat About all kinds of crap He was writing a book He was studying maths He even had a motorbike But it didn’t stop at that
He could paint He could decorate And man did he have Good music taste He could write He could dream He was far from mainstream
The perfect friend to adventure with The perfect role model to aspire to be The perfect listener to help me see The worries aren’t worth the tears He’d eliminate all the fears
I miss him lots I wish I could tell him he’s in everyone’s thoughts His stories will live on and the wisdom he had I’ll always carry with me, thanks to my Dad.