In the early light, he rises each day,
With the sun peeking through, chasing shadows away.
His hands are calloused, worn from the toil,
Yet his spirit stays strong as he works on the soil.
With a heart full of dreams and a mind set on goals,
He wakes up each morning, the anchor that holds.
A flicker of hope in the depths of his eyes,
He gives all he has, reaching beyond the skies.
Through the long hours and challenges faced,
He nurtures his family with love interlaced.
Each meal that he cooks, each chore that he shares,
Is a testament of love, the way that he cares.
The weight of the world rests upon his broad back,
Yet he carries it forward, never losing track.
With laughter and stories, he lightens the load,
As the days stretch like rivers down the path that he showed.
He teaches with patience, he guides with his heart,
Instilling in each child the courage to start.
To dream without bounds, to reach for the stars,
To know that there's strength in each fallen scar.
His hands build the future, a home filled with grace,
He sweeps all the worries, he gives them no place.
In the quiet of evenings, he folds up his dreams,
Yet they linger in shadows, in plans and in schemes.
Through the trials he faces, the nights that run late,
He carries the mantle of love, never hate.
A hero in silence, his battles unseen,
In the warmth of his wisdom, the heart of the machine.
So here’s to the dads with their hearts open wide,
Who juggle their burdens with love as their guide.
For every hard worker, every late, lonely night,
Is a testament witnessed when morning brings light.
With each passing moment, may they always know,
That their labor is precious, like seeds that they sow.
For in every rough edge, in the sweat on his brow,
Lies the essence of love, and we honor him now.
