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The man that I took for granted, loving heart with face of granite
Too late did I grasp his wonder, gone now to eternal slumber
To me, his son, imbued my life- felt his great strength through stress and strife
With veil removed eyes opened wide, look back on years with sense of pride
A ring is naught but metal thing while life well lived mettle does sing
Wedding ring round right hand finger, talisman of sacred altar
Forever with Dad’s ring from school, pray bind me to His Golden Rule
From me, the least of your three sons, I send to you birthday anthems