Buddy

I look at you now,

I see the years passing before my eyes,

I feel the changes taking place

in my body and in my mind;

only yesterday you were a little boy,

eating hotcakes and sausage at McDonalds,

watching spongebob and rugrats on tv,

screaming “Yeckkk!!!” and

throwing the worms into the lake

the first time I took you fishing;

now you are a man,

no longer the wide-eyed little boy who held my hand,

as we walked down the boardwalk at the shore,

begging to play mini-golf or skeeball,

at every golf place or arcade we passed;

“please Pa!”

“please Pa!”

a tiny bundle of energy

who never slowed 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,

always ready for a new adventure

whenever I could find the time,

of which there never seemed to be enough;

now you work on diesel engines,

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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