Dad Monday, May 02, 2016 Only a dad with a tired face,Coming home from the daily race,Bringing little of gold or fameTo show how well he has played the game;But glad in his heart that his own rejoiceTo see him come and to hear his voice. Only a dad with a brood of four,One of ten million men or morePlodding along in the daily strife,Bearing the whips and the scorns of life,With never a whimper of pain or hate,For the sake of those who at home await. Share This Story Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Pin this Post Tags: Collection Shayari, English Poem, Father's Day Newer Post Older Post You Might Also Like 0 blogger-facebook
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