A Tucked In Shirt

Some people don't have too much to say
About how some dress or others behave
Many don't think about who the hurt
When they smear a name into the dirt

That's not to say about the man
I called my father, for his short life span
His voice could be harsh, and his belt really hurt
But he had his pride, and a tucked in shirt

There wasn't many times that he didn't dress
Not in a suit or a tie and a vest
But even if it was just to go work in the dirt
He seemed to thrive on a tucked in shirt

It was his mark he left to the world
When the dirt was thrown and the flowers all curled
He was hard to love, but he knew how to work
In the best he could style withe his tucked in shirt

It may not really matter, but it was his pride
And when out in public, his size wouldn't hide
But that one thing he had, and no one got hurt
When my father stood tall, with his tucked in shirt

This really touched me and reminded me of my dad because my dad always wore a white dress shirt.

A insightful look at personality
It reminds me of how I act sometimes to God
all dressed up on the outside but hurting inside

I can really feel the love, respect, and honor toward the father that was put into this one. It's really heart touching. Beautiful piece.