Fathers don't grow old


He is always there in my weal or woe,
Keeping me isolated from every foe,
For my care he is always being up and doing,
This is because my life is smoothly flowing,
From the dark to the light,
He taught me not to fright but to fight.

From then till now,
I don't know how,
His love is same his care is same ,
He is the perfect picture I could frame,
He never taught me to quit,
But to make myself fit.

The hardwork he does for me,
The pain he bears for me,
To provide me great comfort,
He puts all his effort,
He never can be old,
But the most newer thing I hold.

The care for me is always there;before ,then and after.
And oh! I can't forget those days of laughter,
He says,"Except you who is mine ."
Dad when you are with me then I am fine,
And the world's most precious thing I hold ,
Fathers don't grow old.

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Simply a daughter is confessing love to her father what he means to her in her life.