Why aren’t our fathers with us?
they should be wise elders, but we are youths
viewed from black and white ovals.
why are our brothers leading us down the aisles,
friends take you away from the station?
but they don’t recognize gray hairs,
they don’t recognize the taste of either Corvalol or Valocardine,
they will not be tormented by gout.
he will be remembered as huge and young.
"Dad, I didn't tell you so much...
Crap"…