Long hours in the sun had weathered his face and wrinkled his brow
His hands were calloused and scared, from too many hours behind a plow
The old hat he always wore was tattered and torn
His clothes were clean, but faded and worn
It was plain to all who knew him that his education was elementary
But he lived his life by a code of honor, and all thought him exemplary
As we gathered at supper time and sat face to face
Though the meal might be meager, he never failed to say grace
His smile warmed my heart and his gentle voice touched my soul
In his presence I had riches far greater than gold
He taught me to live by the golden rule and treat others with respect
Pray to God above and attend church without neglect
He paid his debts, even though money was tight
I know he had to sacrifice, but he said it was only right
His car was old and needed constant repair
But he was thankful for it, and did not despair
Money was scarce, and to accept charity was a crime
But he always managed to have something in our stockings at Christmas time
He taught me how to fish and even bait a hook
Many things I learned from him I could never get from a book
As the world looks upon this man that lived a simple life in his span
They see nothing great, and say he was just a common man
But when I look back on this life, my heart is made glad
This man is my hero, and I am honored to call him my Bompa!
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