Butterflies and dragon tales…
Marshmallows or castle pails…
Those you fill with sand and shells…
Build fortresses to post up for sale…
Scooping ice cubes from pops whiskey glass…
That was dad’s vacation, traditional working class…
And we had such grand olde times…
Thought me how to steal what’s rightfully mines…
Dad’s my highlighting influence to tie my laces tight…
Mom would say I walk and re-enact his gestures…
We’re much similar it figures, we both love warm weather…
When I was younger we’ll spend hours at Warnaco Park…
Throwing Frisbees back and forth, playing soccer till dark…
I was recently flipping through our photo album to gain nostalgia from my past…
I miss and value dad’s absence, thou at times I’m glad he left…
And I haven’t mentioned him in any of my songs…
Guess it’s just difficult to balance what’s right from wrong…
We both made mistakes, and now our consequence jar’s filled…
Cheers pops! Here’s to our summer…Rio de Janeiro, Brasil…

“Pop, please shave your beard”
By: Diego.de.Souza
April 12, 2006



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