What my father's goes???

What my father’s goes?
An admirable sentiment, some would say. A flummoxing one, others would gripe. An unavoidable one, I would say. But then you may, or may not agree. Either way, what my father’s goes?
Now do you get what I am getting at? Do you see the intrinsic beauty and power of these four simple words that in the right combination puts even Bingo! in the shade? You bet you do!
Water off a duck’s back never slid off as easily as adverse criticisms, enforced shitty work and other unpleasant creatures of the ilk will do once you make this your mantra in life. Recline as the bouquets decline. Stand tall as the brickbats fall. Or just smile beatifically. The world is yours when you are in this territory.
Don’t even bat an eyelid as your efforts slide smoothly down the gutter to nothingness. As everything you hold sacred crumble, make sure you are not in the way of the debris. Be inured. Be calm. Be … just be.
Ohhh.. in case nobody really understands what this entire piece was all about, please don’t check with me. Because … yes… you guessed it … whether you understand or not … what my father’s goes??? :-)