As the years are passing I've noticed traits, a few, That innately I'm doing, My father did so, too. He ne'er liked to be 'en retard' For 'ppointments, specified date, "I'd rather be an hour early, Than e'en a minute late" If I've been asked to give a ride At a specific time, I will be ready earlier, To me, late, is a crime. I put myself in their shoes, They thinking 'will he come?' So earlier, I will be, Five minutes and then some. What if they did sleep too long? Think, 'my appointment missed?' I'll be there, and ready, Leave early, I insist. I oft' think of my father, Thank him, that trait, did give, So I could be a blessing, While on this earth, I live. So when I'm needed somewhere, Like dad, I'll be the one, Though 'tis a good thing to proclaim, I AM, my father's son.
Poetry I have composed throughout the years. Some specifically for people, others for printing in anthologies