Lou, my Dad, quit school before the 9th grade.
His father tended to spend his money on cards.
Max, Lou’s older brother, did the same.
Dad put food on the table he shared with his mom.
In time Dad owned his own business
And earned enough to allow
Me to attend a city college,
But he could never recover his lost school years.
A truly sharp and well-dressed hat maker,
He never saw the places he should have reached.
I don’t recall his bemoaning an 8th grade
education,
But he gave space to college grad fools.
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