My Hero

My hero never fought in a war
He never drove a big fancy car
He did not go very far in school
But he lived his life by the golden rule

He never had much money to spend
But he had the respect of all his friends
He was born and died in the same county
He never felt the need to search the world for bounty
He got up each morning at the break of dawn
Ate breakfast, packed his lunch and then he was gone

It takes a lot of work with a family to feed
A lot of devotion to meet their need
But he did it for years till his family was grown
Then he could retire and get to stay home

A time for rest but it didn't last long
He became sick and then he was gone
I guess I thought he would always be there
When I had a problem I needed to share
But when I am low and feeling sad
I still draw strength from my hero, my Dad.