A Shot From Pops

Laid back
But sleep can't come nearly as easy
Days don't give quite enough light
Nights just won't leave me
With the blinding kindness
Of a sweet sixteen dreamer's picture show
That once again I wished I could get to know

Results
I thought would be  lovely
So difficult 
To study
For tests with answers that keep on changing

Don't much like the arrangement
Complaining
Just strokes the perplexity's ego

I ain't no kind of hero!!
Never thought I'd have to argue this with anyone

But.... Then came my son

I don't think he knows that he is mine

Because he still believes in me.............
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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