It was cold
So we gave him a big fat tip
The man who politely rang the doorbell
To call my Dad sir
And
To call my Mom miss
The family movie night
Leftovers mummified in saran wrap
Unearthed tomorrow and
Resurrected in the microwave as:
"Happy Birthday!" party artifacts
The ones a gentleman won't enjoy
Because of a teenage boy
Lazy in sweat pants
Tangled hair
No socks
Will roll out of bed and down to the kitchen
Where the gentleman will be standing
Waiting to say in an alluring and compassionate voice:
"I know you're hungry Rich, I can see it in your face.
Come here and eat this."
The boy will nod at the pizza
Emanating deliciousness
And say:
"But are you sure Papa? This is your piece of pizza, isn't it?"
And Grandpa will smile
Happier than ever before
To respond:
"It's alright, I don't grow no more"
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