This pain, this weighty ache, they say:
This, too, will pass away
Pass away
Away
And the cheers: such praise has made my day!
But this, too, will pass away
Pass away
Away
And you, my love, though I beseech thee stay
You, too, will pass away
Pass away
Away
And I will follow, follow all the rules, what all the rules say
And I, too, will pass away
Pass away
Pass away
Away
Parker Allen Stacy, IV
6/14/2009
Copyright 2009 Parker Allen Stacy, IV. All Rights Reserved.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Just picture this day
Back in Forty-Two—
When a man who was trained
To soar in the sky
On his first Father’s Day
Felt evermore high!
Pumped up with pride,
Floating on joy,
Awakened by coos
From his four-month-old boy.
Kissing your hands,
Your neck, and your feet;
A happier pair
No one could meet.
The love and the smiles
From his son and his wife
He thinks to himself:
Yes, this is the life!
Parker Allen Stacy, IV
6/21/2009
Copyright 2009 Parker Allen Stacy, IV. All Rights Reserved.
