Poem by my Dad

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As far as I know, my Dad, Robert Westbury, wrote only a few poems in his life, many of them in his final years of life, for himself and his family. Here's one I like that they read out at his funeral:

  To keep ones trousers looking good,
  One must
        Buy more clothes than is really necessary;
        Avoid all those jobs that can only be done on bended knee;
        Forgo the pleasure of speaking eye-to-eye with small children;
        Have the hubris to never feel the need
             To fall onto one's knees before the Almighty God.
  I'm pretty glad my jeans have white knees.