while i'm still young

I can’t write a song and dedicate it to you

I can’t paint your face and hang it on the wall

Nor can I name a star after you

Forgive me, but this is all I can do.

I may not like the music you like

I may not watch the movies you watch

I may hate you some times

But I’ll always be here for you.

I’ll laugh with you until you cry

I’ll cry with you until you smile

I’ll listen to you when things mess up

I’ll drink with you until we get drunk

I’ll take care of you no matter what

I may not be what you want me to

I may not say the right words at the right time

I may not be believe in what you believe in

But I’ll stay beside you and your dreams

And when I’ve lived my own dreams

Maybe then, I’ll be able to write you a song,

Or paint your many faces

Maybe then, I’ll be able to teach you about the stars

But I’d rather sit with you

I’ll listen to whatever music you want

I’ll watch whatever movie you choose

And just hold your hand.

And when we’re old and grumpy

I may not be able to write you a poem

But I’ll read this one to you

And tell you how much you’ve made me happy.

January 9, 2011

thank you.