Father & Son

You were not the runt of the litter,

You were the one that looked alike.


Tail always wagging,

     always freaking licking whatever goes by.


alas, The Clock keeps ticking

Time without the old-time friend...


Had there been no you...

Would he still become frightened by

the fourth of July?

Hide behind our shadow?

Old tears staining his eyes.
                   ...
Long ago, He was the runt of the litter.

The one everyone else passed by.



You, keep growing old.

Keep achieving each milestone.


Time keeps ticking.

You keep licking.

Fireworks will keep popping off in July.