Let's go back
to where it all began
Back to when you two
still held hands
Under the quaker tree
opposite the stream
You two are sitting together,
dad mom's on your knees
How honest and youthful
you two seemed
days in the 70s
must have been a different scene
What is it about growing old
that makes love a little harder to hold
Is it because mom got fat, or that
we kids never did carry around halo's
But rather played Halo obnoxiously
On your big screen TV
And though you went to college
and I've always been amazed
by your mind
You turned truck driver
Working 5 to nine
With mom by your side
& god in you heart
How could all of us
fall so far apart
It is hard I know -
I've always been told
that I am hard to reach
short yes on speach
But I want to be there
I want you to see
That life is happening
outside of "Fox" on Cable TV.
I know I have my own flaws
Writing my feelings on this here app
(what kind of grown man does that?)
And yes this rhyme scheme
is killing me too
But dad this is the only way
I know how talk to you
Dad, in all seriousness, I love you.
And maybe some day
I will show you this
But no I don't or won't expect a kiss
