the great poem

You managed to stay a week this time
Congratulation to you the father of the year
You will be missing my graduation, fine
The piano concert that I practiced for a year
No big deal what was it last time?

Too bad you weren’t around even then
When I hit the home run at the age of ten
Business, faxes, memos, meetings at seven
These are the things that counts, what girl?
Why...