Buddy

I look at you now,
I see the years passing before my eyes,

I feel the changes taking place;

only yesterday you were the little boy

eating McDonalds hotcakes and sausage,

watching spongebob and rugrats,

screaming “yeckkk!!!”

then throwing the worms into the lake

the first time I took you fishing.

Now you stand on the edge of manhood,

no longer the wide-eyed little boy

holding my hand on the boardwalk,

begging “please Pa!, please Pa!”

at every miniature golf or arcade passed,

a tiny bundle of energy,

never slowing down;

exasperating yet so endearing

at the same time.

I remember towing you around the pool by my beard,

both of us laughing so hard I thought my side would burst,

playing whiffle ball for hours on end,

never ready to quit,

always ready for a new adventure

whenever I could find the time;

of which there never seemed to be enough.

Now you hit baseballs over fences,

with a busy schedule and little time,

which is the way it should be,

as natural as the setting sun,

but no matter where you go,

or what this life has in store for you,

always remember one thing;

I love you buddy,

more than you can ever know.

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