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When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished by how much he’d learned in seven years.
Mark Twain
Only a dad with a tired face,
 Coming home from the daily race,
 Bringing little of gold or fame
 To show how well he has played the game;
 But glad in his heart that his own rejoice
 To see him come and to hear his voice.
 Only a dad with a brood of four,
 One of ten million men or more
 Plodding along in the daily strife,
 Bearing the whips and the scorns of life,
 With never a whimper of pain or hate,
 For the sake of those who at home await.
 Only a dad, neither rich nor proud,
 Merely one of the surging crowd,
 Toiling, striving from day to day,
 Facing whatever may come his way,
 Silent whenever the harsh condemn,
 And bearing it all for the love of them.
 Only a dad but he gives his all,
 To smooth the way for his children small,
 Doing with courage stern and grim
 The deeds that his father did for him.
 This is the line that for him I pen:
 Only a dad, but the best of men
Edgar Guest
Amen!
Amen!
Bill Bennett included that poem in The Book of Virtues.
I’ve worked with generals and “captains of industry.” Some were impressive, some not so much. My Dad (RIP) was a better man than all of them.
“You’ll be the billionaire astronaut rockstar”