He’s the man with the Panama hat


And he’s just about the coolest cat


I know, his 9 lives still intact


And as many wines still on the rack




He’s the man I like to call the ‘Don’


Who sits outside with his sunshades on


Looking like Ray Charles never gone


Surveying the backyard, his private kingdom




He’s the man with all the radio’s blaring


Leaving myself and my mum staring


At each other in disbelief, not a care in


His world when he knows how everyone’s fairing




He’s the man with no jacket on a cold day


Drives us demented, but such is his way


There’s only so long we can make him stay


Inside, before he sneaks out to play




He’s the man with the silver-laced tongue


A wit so droll and a heart so young


He’s my Father and I am his son


While he’s around, life’s a little more fun




Written by Ken Hume


Copyright June 2012Image


Published in: Uncategorized on June 17, 2012 at 10:06 am  Comments (3)  
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  1. Both poems are very touching, thank you!

    • Thank you very much Slava, glad you like them! 🙂

      • You are welcome, Ken. Independence (from various although attractive) influences & sincerity are the main privilege of poetry, I think

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