It\'s a day that we call father\'s day,
Unlike mothers day it doesn\'t fall in may.
He was there at time of conception,
He\'s my pops with no acception.
He may have thought you a thing or two,
Whenever in doubt he showed you what to do.
From riding a bike,to flying a kite,
There were days that you were tight.
He would showed meaning of right from wrong,
He showed the guitar, and to play a song.
He\'s you mentor, your coach and even your friend,
This is the man to be with you to the end.
Whether he\'s biology your pops,step father or your real dad,
Always cherish him now because when he\'s gone it\'s really 😢 SAD.!!