My Dad - A Poem by Paul Roberts

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Our lives enriched by those who care,
even the ones no longer there.

Memories made together held dear,
Forever in our hearts and minds no fear.

Our lives may be short and fleeting,
But the joy we share takes some beating.

We live, we laugh, we cry,
With every day that goes by,
Bonds are forged that will transend,
Both time and space until the end.

We are born, we grow old and we pass,
Dad we'll think of you and raise a glass