Had the hours...

Had the hours been ours


Whilst on my duff I sat-

Feeling like an awful rat-

And knowing that I’d been a brat

On the prior evening’s chat,

I took to make matters right

And note what might

have been- as now I write.


Had the hours been ours

We might have colored flowers-

Or practiced psychic powers-

Or questioned April showers-

Or watched some Austin Powers-

Or just have had some clammy chowder.


I don’t know exactly what might have been,

My dearest Chelsea Lynn-

It could have been better or maybe not

(Though surely we’d not have fought).

But I know this for sure- I have no doubt-

I wouldn’t have been such a lout

Had the hours been ours.


I love you and I’m sorry.

Happy Birthday

Love,

Dad

2/7/7

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