I met him in the place one goes
when wine’s become like water,
this room had become my second home
as a father, and I its daughter.
I never once much noticed him
though I found in him much mirth,
and he had years and years on coin
but for me this was a first.
His humor rankled many but
I like his bawdy truth,
he asked me for a tennis date
an old-timer but me in my youth.
We tried and tried, we gave it a go
but our differences were too many,
not the least of which was my tiny time,
and an unknown girl named Jenny.
My truths I wore upon my sleeve
my belly soft and sweet
but he lived a life away from me
that held secrets full of heat.
It took some time, he’s been long gone
for years now, and for that I’m glad.
And I heard he relapsed a week ago
Hi Karma! (I’m not sad).
And he had years and years on coin
for me it’d been a first
be careful who you hang around
the first year of your birth.