Dad

What can I say about my Dad,
Was he strict with his boy,
Just a tad,
Never dared answer back,
Let alone would I swear,
came home once with green dye in my hair,

Only took the one look,
From his all knowing eyes,
that better wash out,
there was no compromise,

He once told me get up,go out, get a job,
stop laying in bed like a no good slob,
be a man, get on out there and fill ya boots,
raised his eyes toward heaven,
cos I still had green roots,

I'm past forty years old now,
got kids of my own,
and if I'd have grown up a Tony clone,
I'd probably be richer,
much more money to spend,
but there's one thing Dad taught me,
that's still bang on trend,
that you should be a good person,
no matter what,
money can't buy that,
I've got a good lot,

My Dad done something,
most boys never found,
no matter how much they looked all around,
he's taught me so much about right from wrong,
just can't imagine that one day he'll be gone,

To lose my Mentor,
to lose my Chief,
come knocking my door will Mr grief,
Dad showed me the way,
explained how life works,
my dozy behaviour,
always raising a smirk,

If granted a wish from genie and lamp,
I'd like to think that he's proud of his scamp,
cos I might not be brainy,
I might not be rich,
but one things for sure,
me, he'd not ditch,
no matter what,
through thick or thin,
while my Dads around,
I'll always win.