HERE'S TO US.

Here’s to the Dads who last the course

And never have to pass go

Or justify the afterglow

Of their achievements.

Here’s to forgetting the cream that rose to the top

And clotted,

Or forgot the meaning

Of promise keeping.

Here’s to the faithful

Who never seek praise

Or validation for doing

What for them seems usual.

Here’s to ignoring those who find it difficult to commit,

And, ironically, the opposite,

Whereby they can’t let go of what’s gone

In case it’s longed for.

Here’s to the multitude who do daily

And appear to sail through

The storm of ordinary downfalls,

When it’s all they can do to stay afloat.

Here’s to dismissing the egotistical masses

Who cast chameleon eyes

At all times in search of praise

That even bats couldn’t catch.   

Here’s to the beautiful in duty

Who never ask why

But always answer when

Responsibility’s vileness rises.

And here’s to remembering the enemies

Of life,

Who never cease to amaze me

With their eagerness to please.