the sun marks my neck in mysterious ways
as I rummage through the garden for a snack
I'm off the clock from a job that pays
and there's a cool breeze gliding off my back
my boy's still learning to say "I love you, too"
I hadn't considered I'd be a father, before him
he hopefully does all the things I can't do
like save lives or perhaps learn how to swim
there's a coming sunset to such a perfect day
where out there are those lost in a pitch twilight
those who don't have, so folks like me can say
there's no wasted moment until the coming night
Jan 8, 2024
Jan 8, 2024 at 12:55 AM UTC
the sun marks my neck in mysterious ways
as I rummage through the garden for a snack
I'm off the clock from a job that pays
and there's a cool breeze gliding off my back
my boy's still learning to say "I love you, too"
I hadn't considered I'd be a father, before him
he hopefully does all the things I can't do
like save lives or perhaps learn how to swim
there's a coming sunset to such a perfect day
where out there are those lost in a pitch twilight
those who don't have, so folks like me can say
there's no wasted moment until the coming night
