August, my dear!
You're finally here!
We have to grab you a chair,
most certainly a beer,
oh, don't you dare deny
your seat on my porch,
because you and I know
EXACTLY what's going on.
You don't have to cry,
I know, I know,
I know what they're doing,
you don't have to say,
I know about the pressure
they've put on you again.
They want
the beach,
the sun,
the waves,
the drinks,
the heat,
the friends,
their love,
some precious memories.
You feel responsible
I know that much about you,
but you can't expect to make their dreams come true.
You're not a magician,
they are the ones who have to learn
how to fall in love
with June and July too.
But as long as you're here,
no, August, don't hurry, finish your beer,
I don't expect you to do anything,
just put your feet up and relax.
I'll just run to the basement
and bring that guitar
in case you decide
there is a song here you could write.