by Jem Croucher


For fourteen years in thirty-nine
You gave me life and more
But God had other plans in mind
When you left in seventy-four

Though forty years and more have passed
I still see you as clear as day
There within my minds’ eye view
On this, the tenth of May

But I see you as you were back then
Not eighty-one years now
A young man still at thirty-nine
That picture’s strong somehow

So here’s to many more then Pops
Happy Birthday Dad
The raising of a glass of beer
To a father from his lad



3 Comments to “Pops”

  1. What fond words for someone so dear to your heart. What a song off the tong and one your father would be totally proud of!

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