Be remind of how special Dads are by these Fathers Day inspirational poems. Dad's are one of the most influential people in our lives and they can inspire us to do great things. Let these inspirational words and the tribute to Fathers be ones
that you can reflect on and share with him to let him know what an inspiration he has been in your life!
Well, what are you going to be, my boy, when you have reached manhood’s years;
A doctor, a lawyer, or actor great, moving throngs to laughter and tears?
But he shook his head, as he gave reply, In a serious way he had,
"I don't think I'd care to be any of them; I want to be like my dad!"
He wants to be like his dad! You men, did you ever think, as you pause,
That the boy who watches your every move is building a set of laws?
He's molding a life you're the model for, and whether it's good or bad,
Depends on the kind of example set to the boy who'd be like his dad.
Would you have him go everywhere you go? Have him do just the things you do?
And see everything that your eyes behold, and woo all the gods you woo?
When you see the worship that shines in the eyes of your lovable little lad,
Could you rest content if he gets his wish, and grows to be like his dad?
It's a job that none but yourself can fill, it’s a charge you must answer for;
It's a duty to show him the road to tread, ere he reaches his manhood's door.
It's a debt you owe for the greatest joy on this old earth to be had;
This pleasure of having a boy to raise, who wants to be like his dad!
Laugh and be happy, life is short
And play fair and always be a good sport.
Follow your dreams
And always remember failure is not what it seems.
Forgive and forget, don't hold a grudge
Remember it is only God who will judge.
Have a positive attitude in all you do
And success will always find you.
Be honest and kind
You will make people smile you will find.
Be determined and persevere,
Don't give in to your fears.
Thank you Dad for your wise advice
When I count my blessings I count you twice!
Used to wonder just why father
Never had much time for play.
Used to wonder why he'd rather
Work each minute of the day.
Used to wonder why he never
Loafed along the road an' shirked;
Can't recall a time whenever
Father played while others worked.
Father didn't dress in fashion.
Sort of hated clothing new;
Style with him was not a passion;
He had other things in view.
Boys are blind to much that's going
On about 'em day by day,
And I had no way of knowing
What became of father's pay.
All I knew was when I needed
Shoes I got 'em on the spot;
Everything for which I pleaded.
Somehow, father always got.
Wondered, season after season,
Why he never took a rest,
And that might be the reason
Then I never even guessed.
Father set a store on knowledge;
If he'd lived to have his way
He'd have sent me off to college
And the bills been glad to pay.
That, I know, was his ambition:
Now and then he used to say
He'd have done his earthly mission
On my graduation day.
Saw his cheeks were getting paler,
Didn't understand just why;
Saw his body growing frailer.
Then at last I saw him die.
Rest had come! His tasks were ended,
Calm was written on his brow;
Father's life was big and splendid,
And I understand it now.