The Do Ron

The old man, the taxi man, the café breakfast cook on a Saturday morning.

The scent of bacon, the alarm clock, energy for the days adventure.

Off to the tip on a scorching summers day, it smelt like…

Regardless of the odor, I was with a true best friend.

Road trips to talybont, I smell the sea from hundreds of miles away.

The scent reminds me of how great a man you are.

Travelling back in the middle of your break from work, to work only to return.

You did all in your power and more, to keep a whole family a float.

My number one activity, rummaging for what seemed hours at the car boot.

I was as excited as you felt, with your first sip of cold bitter.

I cherish the days we laughed and tittered at all your wonderous tales.

With all this compassion I learnt not to be a quitter.

The morals I gained as a dustbin lid, doused the flame you attempted to ignite.

Now my mind is clear, it’s your teaching that remains.

I acknowledge I was a pain in the arse, thank you for all you’ve done.

Thursdays, Saturdays and Sundays were my light in the dark.

A Father of all Fathers, a man who never let me down.

You’d do anything for anyone, above and beyond.

An inspiration, a sanctuary, it’s time to settle down, don’t worry anymore.

Whatever happens in time, remember the world keeps going around.

I love you and if any one can do it, the do Ron can!

By Ellis Unchained

Work of Unchained Wisdom ©2020

29/07/2020