Cousin Oven - Pops

There goes my pops
With a smoker's cough
Been hiding cigarettes
In the bathroom at the end of the hall

Shut up and golf
Ring's too big and it's not your fault
Take her for a walk
If she never comes back you know who's at fault

Run around and play with you
Bedridden field of view
Still throwing your fits under home-made knits

But you know what I miss the most
The sledding out back in our winter coats

Weave a northern cross
Feed the birds out by the pond
We hope you know
You're more than just a daily dose
Someday I'll catch up with you

But you know what I miss the most
All the holidays before you were diagnosed

So just think of us
Every once in a while
Just think of us
From time to time

Written by:
Owen Bologna

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