rubber bricks

my father used to have a phrase,

when life had knocked his pride,

or when things didn't go to plan,

and disappointment pulled him back inside,

he'd dust himself down and smartly,

turn to me and say with his head high,

son we're made of rubber bricks and don't forget it,

nothing can knock you down but they'll try,

and over the years I watched him work,

and watched things go wrong at speeds so fast,

saw the light in his eyes flickering,

but he never once doubted his spoken fact,

mounds of worry piled up on his back,

each step of his life a boulder on his back,

but he took it with a smiling face,

he was made of rubber bricks and that's a fact,