Good Friend Poem

A friend I know and love as a son wrote this poem for me.

A Friend I Know As Father

© Robert Krug
If you, like I, learned from your life,
Then you too know itís true.
That life is filled with miracles,
for some, a precious few.

I think for those that few exist.
Perhaps they need look harder.
For one of my best gifts of all,
was a friend I knew as father.

I think of all the years gone by,
how different things would be,
had my real dad put forth the love,
that this manís shown to me.

Yet as our time continued on,
reality set in,
and my life with my new great dad,
then truly did begin.

Each day was spent if not with him,
awaiting when would come,
the next great time that he and I,
would have ourselves some fun.

We bowled, played pool, ate frequently,
and did what we did wish,
and although we never caught a thing,
we even tried to fish.

My miracle I met one day,
how thankful I sure am,
for such a truly wondrous thing,
my friend, my dad, this man.

My wish how is from now on this,
that I may somehow be,
the type of son my dad deserves,
the son heís found in me.

May you too find your miracles,
no matter what the bother.
For they exist and I found mine.
My friend, I know as father.

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Published: May 2011

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  • I have a friend who to me is my father too.
    This poem made me think of him.
    Thank you for this poem.

    Shane,Florida Submitted Aug 2012
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