My father is dead.
Why is life so cruel?
But it seems he lives on,
as he taught me one rule.

To appreciate life,
that was his sole duty.
He thanked the world,
for it's natural beauty.

He was loved by many,
considered a top lad.
To me,
he was just a brilliant dad.

He taught me to love,
to cherish those close,
to not be judgemental,
as every heart glows.

Near the end of his days,
he accepted his fate.
But remained a joker,
as he claimed that death was his golden date.

At first It was hard,
not having him there,
but he taught me to be resilient,
not to be scared.

I grow up now,
being filled with glee,
knowing that my dad,
watches over me.