I thought today was Fathers' Day
I went to church expecting sons
Found that I'm a week ahead
Called my boys to stay in bed
Well the thoughts of dads were in my head
I might as well put them to page
So this is what seems to come to light
About my feelings of being dad or "pops"
I remember in youth, my dad
Would take us once a year to church
For a breakfast just for Fathers' Day
Put on by the women of our church for dads
Now with so many people gone
There's no one to put it on, or to attend
Now they have maybe an extra treat
At fellowship gathered after church
My dad has passed 3 years last May
He's not around to see his grandson grown
Hope he's pleased at what I've done
By passing on the things he's shown
So to end this not of pen to page
About some view of Fathers' Day past
And maybe in another week
I'll get to enjoy the day at last