Missed Opportunities

I am the guy who almost gets the girl but doesnt

The one who is superb at interviews but just gets pipped for the job

I miss connecting th dots to a straight line in search for the twirl

I could have gotten the money for free

but ended up indicted because of bad choices

I miss you son

I miss being your dad Kush but most of all

When I see kids playing along

Destiny and divorce lawyers too away our playing time

Perhaps you will read this in 2029

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regardless of what else the internet tells you about me

know this son

you were both loved and missed

and maybe you can forgive your father

because he could not be your dad

Sitting in June

As I sit in my chair sipping my twelve year scotch

munching on chicken wings my father cooked and bought

I reminisce and I think of times gone by

of victories and injuries and wins and tries

—

life passes slowly in the present no doubt again

while memories seem as if they speeded by as a train

self pity and sadness are useless emotions in the bag

we all sing Hello Lucy and hum to the rag

—

is there more or is that it to life

the conflict the reconciliation and the strife

I think I think I think too much too soon

Why worry about winter when you are sitting in June