You’re not old, Dad
You got wrinkles
And few hairs
But you’re not old
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This brought tears to my eyes because.... yes we do grow old. But it's amazing to think we remain young in the hearts of our kids.
Old is gold in any language or culture. A fine tribute to fathers. I miss mine. Warmest regards, Sandra
I wish I could be poem to the eyes of my children... how sweet! ZThanks for sharing.
How sweet. What a wonderful way to capture the youth of dad in the eyes of a loving child.
I hope your father enjoyed this poem as I did too. Fathers never grow old in our hearts. SUPERB! ! !
Made a hole through my heart.