A Father’s Poem

This is a poem given to me by a resident.  She does not know author,  but requested that I tell how she came by it.  She said that when her father died she found it in his wallet.  He had several children and gave up his dreams to raise them, but nevered complained.

He started out with heart Elate

To write his name among the great

But needs insistent held him in.

He worked for food and not renown

Someday, He said I will be free,

To shape the noble side of me.

But marriage bound him to the wheel

And dreams gave way to duties real.

Then children came, to them he gave

All that he ever tried to save.

Thinking chance for fame was flown,

Into their lives he poured his own.

They gained the fame to him denied

And all his toil was justified.