When the phone rings at night
I hear his voice again
Yes, everything's all right
I just missed you last weekend
In the summer of my life
I play long past sunset
A simple phone call to you
I simply forget

As the century passes
He's sitting all alone
A facility in Texas
He now calls home
There's no one to visit
His children have all roamed
A century of history
To call his own

When you come knocking at his door
Please, please tell him what it's for
And take him gently by the hand
Lead him to your promised land

And father, oh father
I love my Dad

a beautiful poem