I may never be as clever as my neighbor down the street. I may never be as wealthy as some other men I meet.
I may never have the glory that some other men have had. But I've got to be successful as a little fellow's dad.
There are certain dreams I cherish That I'd like to see come true. There are things I would accomplish when my working time is through.
But the task my heart is set on is to guide a little lad And make myself successful as that little fellow's dad.
It's the one job that I dream of, It's the task I think of most.
If I fail that growing youngster, I'd have nothing else to boast.
I may never come to glory, I may never gather gold. Men may count me as a failure When my business life is told.
But if he who follows after shall be manly, I'll be glad, For I'll know I've been successful as a little fellow's dad.
For though wealth and fame I'd gather all my future would be sad, If I failed to be successful as that little fellow's dad.
~Author Unknown~
These are memories of my life...
Points of pleasure, scars of strife. Some from giving, and some from need. None from hating, and none from greed...
When heroes fall, or fathers cry, When a tear appears in a mother's eye, The soulful keening of the Western Wind For the loss of a precious friend.
Like a seed that's never sown, Like a hermit living all alone, Like a house that's never home, More's the loss of a love unknown.
I'm like a note in a bottle on the sea, A question mark in a mystery, A rambling soul in eternity, Always wandering but never free.
These are memories of my life... Points of pleasure, scars of strife. Like a mule packs a heavy load, I sing a song of the open road...
When heroes fall, or fathers cry, When a tear appears in a mother's eye, The soulful keening of the Western Wind For the loss of a precious friend.
Like a baby yearns for a warm embrace, I search the world for a special place. Like a gentle rain on a summer's day.
The healthy feeling of a hearty laugh. The secrets of the less chosen path. Route 66 in a Chevrolet, Or a box car view of the USA.
These are memories of my life... Born from darkness, gleaned from light. They cost me dearly yet they all were free, Like the setting sun on a mountain seat...
When heroes fall, or fathers cry, When a tear appears in a mother's eye, The soulful keening of the Western Wind For the loss of a precious friend.
And when my time has all been spent, Sing for me no sad lament. I'm like a thought that's here and gone, And like the breeze, I'm moving on.
These are memories of my life... Clouds of darkness and beams of light. They touched me dearly and they all were free. Just like the love you shared with me...
When heroes fall, or fathers cry, When a tear appears in a mother's eye, The soulful keening of the Western Wind For the loss of a precious friend.
~Author Unknown~
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Chicken Soup for the Father's Soul
101 Stories to Open the Hearts and Rekindle the Spirits of Fathers
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