IN MEMORY OF OUR DAD, ALF KEY--1956

How we miss the sound of his footsteps 
And there is only a vacant place 
Where so often he sat by the fire 
And we looked on his dear old face.

He was humble and uncomplaining 
Though his body was feeble and worn. 
He lived for the pleasure of others; 
He wouldn't want us to mourn.

We will cherish the memory forever 
Of his life so patient and sweet; 
It will help us to bear, with his courage, 
The trials we all must meet.

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