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