Can't believe I missed it,
you think it hurts, what about me.
I'm writing this, but haven't figured out for whose benefit.
Not talking hurts immensely.
that goes both ways, I always will think about you lovingly.
Thankfully, both of us are more than half crazed.
Life is running around in a maze,
stop trying to count the delays.
All the words I speak of you are praise,
also you can be proud of the son you raised.
I try to be like you,
seems an impossible thing to do,
probably cause my skull is as think as roux.
One thing both of us like to do is poo.

You may never fully understand.
I love you, happy birthday Dad.

In ten years,
will you tell me all my wrong turns.
Crack open a couple of beers,
and tell me all the things I should have learned.
Tell me the times you cheered,
and the times you sat back are leered.
its okay, whatever you say can burn,
HOME, of how I yearn.
That of so strange of place.
With so many memories,
some with high anxiety,
and others as delightful as lace,
where life ran at a nicer pace.
It didn't feel like I was in a chase.
not sure if I'm chasing something or the one doing the running away.

You may never fully understand,
but I love you, happy birthday dad