'Only a Dad' by Edgar Albert

This is a poem that I absolutely LOVE. I highly recommend that you share this with all the dads that you know. Special thanks to my friend Jeb Brovsky who shared this poem with me. Jeb, an inspiration for me both on and off the field, joined the special club of fatherhood a few months ago when his amazing wife Cailtin gave birth to a beautiful baby boy Laeth! Enjoy the poem!

Only a Dad
By Edgar Albert

Only a dad, with a tired face,
Coming home from the daily race,
Bringing little of gold or fame,
To show how well he has played the game,
But glad in his heart that his own rejoice
To see him come, and to hear his voice.

Only a dad, with a brood of four,
One of ten million men or more.
Plodding along in the daily strife,
Bearing the whips and the scorns of life,
With never a whimper of pain or hate,
For the sake of those who at home await.

Only a dad, neither rich nor proud,
Merely one of the surging crowd
Toiling, striving from day to day,
Facing whatever may come his way,
Silent, whenever the harsh condemn,
And bearing it all for the love of them.

Only a dad, but he gives his all
To smooth the way for his children small,
Doing, with courage stern and grim,
The deeds that his father did for him.
This is the line that for him I pen,
Only a dad, but the best of men.