My old man,
Never was awarded a medal
For Saving a life.
Never had his name etched
In marble for courage.
Never was commended on
Helping the world from itself.
Every future scar,
Every soon to be cast,
Every illness,
He did what he did best.
Not a day goes by
That I think of him less
Than what the world calls
Extraordinary men.
Being there with a smile,
Suited him best anyways.
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