Luckier Than Most

Yesterday was Fathers' Day; we had a party here.

In attendance were the people whom I hold most dear.

Brothers, sisters, sons and husbands, nieces, moms and dad.

When I think of those who don't have this it makes me sad.

Sometimes I forget how very fortunate I am.

I obsess about something that doesn't mean a damn...

What a politician says, elections overseas,

Or the fact I'm getting old and have arthritic knees.

Next time that I'm ranting, feeling mad about the news,

I'll remember someone wishes they were in my shoes.

Member of a close-knit clan and, though I hate to boast,

I need to remind myself; I'm luckier than most.

Happy Fathers' Day

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 I don't envy fathers.  I wouldn't want their jobs

(Meaning those who do it right and not the worthless slobs).

Those who haul their tired butts up off the couch and go

Off to coach their children's teams - despite the ice and snow.

Those who do their part each day to keep the family fed,

Make the efforts to insure that their kids get ahead.

I've been very fortunate; the fathers that I know?

Every day there's something makes my admiration grow.

Husband, brother, father, and my sister's husband, too;

Their kids have it pretty good.  I hope that's true for you...

Hoping that your off-spring wash your car or mow your lawn

Giving you a little peace...  The U.S. Open's on.

Tiger's looking dangerous - I'm sure he'll make the cut.

Bubba and Phil Mickelson are way behind now, but

Watson's a new father and - as fathers can attest -

Best way to be celebrating Sunday?  Get some rest.