This is a reminder if you needed any,
Why our Dad was loved by so many.
We think of the Kinks and Doris Day,
And keeping us happy come what may.
He may have been thrifty, hoarding his treasures.
But his love he gave out in generous measures.
His walks on the head collecting golf balls,
And I can still hear his Trixie calls.
Down on the beach without a weather protector,
Scouring the sand with his metal detector.
Chatting to all his friends remembering past capers,
Or out on his bike delivering his papers.
If these thoughts don't do, use others if you'd rather.
But when you think of him, remember a loving friend, husband and father.