My Old Man
Thanks Dad,
For all the rides and drives,
For all the giggles and strides,
For all the love you provide.
Thanks Dad,
For all the meals and treats,
For all the walks down the streets,
For always sitting in the middle seats.
Thanks Dad,
For watching me grow,
For letting me see snow,
For teaching me how to throw.
Thanks Dad,
For reading this far,
For letting me reach the stars,
And driving the sports car.
Thanks Dad,
For giving me money to spend,
College is not the end,
You will always be my best friend.
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