Gotta love this,
Gotta love that,
Where my hug at?
Where my love at?
Got enough of this…to rise above that.
I don’t know doubt, but its killed dreams.
I’m so glad we got the real thing.
Build a family like you build teams.
Everybody shares the champs name,
Celebrates victory, toasting champagne,
Supports each other like a campaign.
Flying high now with a landing plan,
Precious time is such a grand demand,
It is what defines the Family Man.
Written By: Todd Bates
June, 2016 Poem of the Month
(C) Todd Bates Enterprises LLC