MY POPS~ Written By JRob The WiseSon

MY POPS

I hear a lot

About dad's

Relationships

With thier daughters

To this I'm unfazed

Beacuse

I'm that kid

That watched his silhouette

Merge With pink

Sunsets from the west

Top of the block

that started at the corner

I still remember the scent

His Brut Cologne

How he picked me up

In his arms

called me namesake

and let me wear

his black fedora

Those were the

best of my childhood days

So I put those memories

on a hanger

Past the beating

From his misdirected anger

Everyday before 5

I wanted

to be my pops

And now this

Is what I do

I walk from the

Top of the

my block slow

Just like pops

Use to

As a matter if fact

The more grey hairs

I grow I know

Just as a matter of fact

I just wish

I had a son

Who could jump

In my arms and

wear my hat

The way I use to

Pulling on my cigar

I dream drift

Realizing Im

Just a kid from the

Bronx who trying imitate

the love

of his pops

wishing

for one more

day like those of

Written By, JLRobinson

JRob The WiseSon

A Deeper Shade of Soul Ent.

March 25, 2021

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