I always liked the jacket my Dad wore.

One day I found it

Hanging lonely and forlorn

In a wardrobe

And I thought of him and me

And remembered he was a bigger man than me

 

I tried the jacket on

And felt him close once again

I always liked the little pocket for a watch and chain

But to my dismay the jacket didn’t fit, not at all

It was too small

Though he was a bigger man than me

 

He went to work every day on his bike

A fitter man there never was

And every day of his life he spent outdoors

Lifting concrete blocks

Hammering tarmac

He was a bigger man than me

 

So I never got to wear the jacket

Except once when I was a lad

When the jacket was twice the size of me

So today it’s confirmed –I stand bigger than my Dad

Though in my heart

He will always be a bigger man than me.