He may be that guy
that’s there at every game
cheering loud, or might be cursing the ref.
He may be that guy
that with few words to say,
is gruff, or might be a lullaby.
He may be that guy
that is at work, long on time,
chasing providence, or might be a dream.
Yet, he is that guy
that is there when needed like a hero,
no cape, but just as bold,
ready to leap, outside brave,
strong face, sturdy and dependable,
"don’t mess with my kids.”
He is that guy,
a paradox of close and distant,
gentle but rugged,
unbreakable yet bending.
He is that guy
that takes on a complex role
for a simple man
of being a father, a dad.
Yeah,
he is that guy.
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