my dad

deals with things he shouldn't have to deal with but he made that deal with the devil and even though it's a bad deal he deals with it.
he works for his ungrateful kids. all kids are ungrateful until the day daddy dearest is gone.
he works in his workshop, the old familiar smell.
doing work he shouldn't have to do, but no one else will do it.
he puts on his grownup shoes every morning, reluctant of course.
i doubt i could fill those shoes.
my dad does all of these things because he loves us. even if we drag him down.