Mystic

Driving Through The Apple

“I see the Empire State Building,”
He said with eyes a-wide.
“We’ll be driving past it,”
I smiled as I replied.

“Can I see it close up, from my side of the van?”
“Just look right out your window Son,
I’m certain that you can.

“Thank you, Dad! This is great, we’ll see Flat Iron, too?”
“No son, that is downtown, but a tunnel we’ll go through. “

“Oh cool. We’ll go through it? Is it by the Guggenheim?”
“No Son, that is uptown, we’ll be through it in no time. “

“You mean the tunnel? Don’t you Dad? That’s what we’re going through?”
“That’s right Son, it’s called Midtown, we’ll hit the Lincoln, too. “

“We learned about the city, Dad,
This year in class, in school.”
“Hey, there’s a yellow taxi,
The city is so cool!”

“That’s Madison Square Garden? How come it’s shape is round?”
“Hey there’s the Chrysler Building, it’s over there uptown.”

“Thanks for taking this road Dad. Seeing this is fun!”
“I’m glad you like it, little man! No problem, Jack my son.”

It seems like only yesterday,
That I first saw your face;
Laid down to nap, a stocking cap,
A site I still embrace.

It seems like only yesterday,
That I first saw you smile;
Talking to the plant up high,
And pointing all the while.

It seems like only yesterday,
You wandered from the truth;
On April Fools you said that there’s a beetle on my tooth.

As the Dad, I’m very glad,
To see your dreams come true;
And as your Dad, I’m sometimes sad,
Because I’m missing you.

It seems like only yesterday,
We’d stack a pile of blocks;
You’d run fast to knock them down,
In diapers, hat and socks.

It seems like only yesterday,
You saw your first parade;
On Patty’s Day, down Montauk way;
You yelled and cheered and waved.

Like the song, my yesterdays,
Came so suddenly;
The difference is I’m twice the man,
That I used to be.

Because of you and what you do,
I’m better than before;
As my son, you are the one,
Who opened up the door.

A door that leads to happiness,
A door that helps me grow;
You’ve done so much to get me through,
It’s more than you could know.

I hope I’ve done the same for you,
I give you all I have;
It’s too bad there is no book,
On how to be a Dad.

I tried to learn from my mistakes,
I yelled and screamed too much;
Many situations showed,
I didn’t have the touch.

No matter what I said or did,
Please always keep in mind;
I’m sorry if I made you cry,
Or treated you unkind.

So thanks for always being there,
Thank you for your love;
I cherish every thought of you,
And thank the stars above.

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At times I wander aimlessly,
At times I have a goal;
Sometimes I’m sinking helplessly into an endless hole.

I’ve very little confidence,
I’ve made some bad mistakes;
I don’t rely upon myself,
I don’t have what it takes.

Just when I feel it’s certain that there is no end in sight;
I think about my family and suddenly there’s light.

A light that shows me quickly it’s the reason I am here;
A light that lets me recognize the ones I hold so dear.

My wife has been my backbone ‘cause I have none of my own;
My boys have shown the strength it takes to set the proper tone.

My boys and wife have given me the loving I have sought;
And trust me, it is way more love then I had ever thought.

All I can say is, “Thank You,”
For always being there;
I need to say “I love you” too for showing that you care.

I know that I’m not easy,
I know I’m quite contrite;
But thanks again for loving me and showing me the light.

The light that led to happiness,
The light that makes me proud;
To be a thankful member of this faithful loving crowd.