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On his balding head would sit his flat cap,

Underneath it was this amazing Chap

Big man must of been fifteen stone plus,

Proud as punch and didn’t like fuss,

Military background made chief technician,

Got a silver tray for twenty seven years as recognition,

Friends, well everyone knew Gentleman Jack,

He would have given even a stranger the shirt off his back,

The most selfless person that I have ever known,

To me a Dads love was all that was shown,

His favourite tipple Cyprus brandy,

Five kings it was called, he could drink it like Shandy,

He would pour a large one with Canada Dry,

Even do a little glass for me to try,

Had to make do as money was always tight,

Would call bingo after work, nearly every night,

Remember when electric was cut off, an unpaid bill,

Was a true test of his pride, character and will?

Car batteries where charged and provided light,

Also one would be put aside for telly at night,

Dinner would be cooked on a portable gas Cooker,

Even a Sunday roast, which right impressed mother,

I’ll not be beat; we will go without nowt,

In a few weeks I will get that bill sorted out,

Two months passed, but he won the day,

Finally had enough money for bill to pay,

Told you he said, I knew we would get by,

The only day I will be beat, will be the day I die.

 

Johnsbucket

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Only just started browsing the forum again as I lost my dear wife in January. Like this one John. My old man's been gone for some 28 years now, and he was profoundly deaf, so it was difficult to convey my feelings to him, and although we had a great deal of love and respect for each other, after his death I felt that I had missed opportunities to tell him how much he meant to me, so I wrote him this poem entitled 'A Friend Indeed'

 

A FRIEND INDEED

 

From my earliest childhood memories, I recall him being there

It’s such a vivid picture, for like me he’d not much hair

To me he seemed a giant, though only five feet eight

Though looking back he was quite small, for he never carried weight

 

He laboured in a foundry till the age of sixty-three

Working for a pittance to support his family

And whilst the odds were stacked against him, he never would complain

Though his hearty smile belied the fact that he was often racked with pain

 

To say I was afraid of him would be gross exaggeration

For what I then mistook for fear was, in fact, admiration

To be half the man that he was, I felt was my ambition

And I’m sure he’d be the first to say I’ve followed his tradition

 

I learned so very much from him throughout my early years

He’d encourage my enthusiasm and help allay my fears

And when I needed guidance he always would respond

So by the time I’d reached my teens we’d formed a very special bond

 

He was never very wealthy, and at times the shelves were bare

But if I’d changed his love for money then I’d be a millionaire

And in his later years I felt that nothing would suffice

To pay him back for all the times when he’d had to sacrifice

 

So if you’ve got a pal like I had, just be sure you let him know

Before time, your greatest enemy, demands you let him go

Tell him your true feelings, how on him you still depend

And just how much he means to you, both as a father and a friend

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Only just started browsing the forum again as I lost my dear wife in January. Like this one John. My old man's been gone for some 28 years now, and he was profoundly deaf, so it was difficult to convey my feelings to him, and although we had a great deal of love and respect for each other, after his death I felt that I had missed opportunities to tell him how much he meant to me, so I wrote him this poem entitled 'A Friend Indeed'[/Quote]

 

I've not browsed this forum for sometime, so have only just read your post Tom.

I'm so very sorry to hear that you've lost your dear wife. You must miss her terribly, after being married so long.

I hope your children & grandchildren give you strength.

 

The poem you wrote for your father is lovely. You certainly have a way with words.

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