His collar is frayed, and his trousers unpressed; He's not a bit fussy the way he is dressed, But he's always ready to help out the rest -- Shabby old Dad! His shirts have queer stripes, and they're old-fashioned quite; His ties are in strings, and they're never tied right. His last year's straw hat is a terrible sight -- Shabby old Dad! His shoes need a shine, and his cuff links are tin; He does sometimes shave, but his top hair is thin; You hardly would say he was neat as a pin -- Shabby old Dad! Shabby old Dad, with his heart full of woes, And so much to think of besides buying clothes; With the kids needing food, and the money! God knows! -- Shabby old Dad! If there is a Heaven where peace can enfold A life lived for others, a heart that's pure gold, He'll go there and live there in glory untold -- Shabby old Dad! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES WRITTEN AT THE GRAVE OF ALEXANDER DUMAS by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT TWO OF A TRADE by SAMUEL WILLOUGHBY DUFFIELD OUR SOLDIERS' SANTIAGO SONG by DAVID GRAHAM ADEE TWENTY BLOCKS by EGMONT HEGEL ARENS LITTLE JOHN AND THE RED FRIAR; A LAY OF SHERWOOD by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN BRIEF LIFE by KATHARINE LEE BATES PSALM 7. DOMINE DEUS MEUS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ON READING THE 'RUBAIYAT' OF OMAR KHAYYAM IN A KENTISH ROSE GARDEN by MATHILDE BLIND |