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Mitch Albom

Mitch Albom: Dad, over time, inspires a rhyme

Your father is old now,

He'll tell you himself,

"Getting up there," he'll tease,

As he grins like an elf.

You notice the lines

That now crease his face,

And a new sagging neck

In the old neck's place.

His shoulders, once broad

Have thinned now and drooped

His belly has widened

His posture has stooped.

And perhaps as you stare

At his hair, thinned and gray

You can't help but think

Of an earlier day

When he hovered much larger,

The World's Strongest Man

And hoisted you skyward

As Superman can.

Of all the kid's fathers

He stood the most high

Your father is old now

But he's still that same guy.

Remember the time

When he took you to swim?

And when you got scared you

Swam right back to him?

Or when the sky shook

With lightning and thunder

You ran to his bed,

Pulled the covers, dove under?

Your mom took you shopping

For clothes, shoes and hats

But dad made the trip for the

Glove, balls and bats.

The first bike you rode

He bought long ago

You can still hear him yelling,

"Attaboy! There you go!"

And later, in high school,

Your driver's ed class

Was mainly dad saying,

"Stop! ... Not so fast! ..."

He paid all the bills,

He held mom's umbrella

Your father is old now,

But still the same fella.

For years you admired his

Ethic at work

No task was beneath him

No role did he shirk,

But he wanted for you

Something more, something higher

He made you dream big

He made you aspire

And when the day came that

You earned more than he did

It made you feel strange, but he said

"You succeeded."

And soon, it was true

The mantle was yours

You did the kid raising

You put down the floors

You handled the bills

You purchased the bike

And one day you noticed

You and he were alike

You heard his words sometimes

In words that you said

"Be a good man," would echo

Inside of your head.

Your father is old now,

His hearing grows dim

And two sudden strokes

Took so much out of him

His walking is feeble

On help he depends

And these days he visits

More doctors than friends

This is my father

But maybe yours, too

Who weathered the blows

And inspired you.

And so as we mark

A Father's Day passed

And wonder if this one

Might be the last

And realize Superman

Could one day perish

Each "I love you, Pop"

Becomes something we cherish

Your father is old now,

But this remains true:

No matter the years,

He's still "Dad" to you.

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