My Dad who is Sadly Missed

by Amanda Jane Smith
(Brighouse West Yorkshire)

There's no words to describe my Dad,
He certainly was a different kind of lad.
In the morning he planned out his day,
To read the racing form and study away.

In the afternoon his cab picked him up,
Straight to the bookies to try his luck.
His bet was placed for the next race,
Then to the pub for a drink with fine taste.

He sat with his pals to have a chat,
Drinking his pint having a laugh.
Up to the bar for another he went,
The first was like nectar what a god send.

Back to the bookies for his first race,
To cheer for the horse who was in first place.
Up to the counter to collect his cash,
Hoping his luck through the day would last.

Now is the last race of the day,
He smiled and cashed in his pay.
Nodded his head and off he went,
Today good day tomorrow I will spend.

Missing You forever
Love Mandy xxxx

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