“Work hard, but also work smart,”
was your message to me,
before I was even old enough
to know exactly what work was.
You set the example, long hours,
hands like sandpaper, knees aching,
and all the hours taking their toll,
until your body was no longer able to cope.
You said keep at it, never quit
if the work was worth being done,
own it, make it top priority.
Father, you did it, worked all those years,
to provide for us, your family,
and really, you set me up to win,
even before I was ready to work,
you made it possible for me to be
All your work, like a lighthouse beacon
showing me the path even in the darkest night.