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.
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