His Hidden Values of Love

After my father had passed away

We inherited his old Chevrolet

In the trunk a tool box that he owned

Beside his tools was inside a comb

On the lid a mirror to show his best

And a book of jokes for him to jest

I imagine he carrying tools

Reading his book of mechanic rules

Toolbox cherished like his own heart

All of the items he did impart

There were planes and drivers to be used

None of these items that he abuse

He had small lathe with calipers

Had die devices and rulers

Though he worked long in the factory

He was secure to a great degree

When at home he liked his bottled beer

He wanted his peace and made it clear

Most of the money that he had earned

None went to him as later we learned

Most of it went to the cars and house

Sometimes to mother a fancy blouse

A time he hired a worker one day

Mom couldn't believe he'd spent his pay

The prettiest yard that she ever had

In front of neighbors she was most glad

So there's times when he wasn't half bad

Only the times when he sure got mad

And now being gone were not alone

We have his love to our very own