Near early eve of Fathers' Day
Sitting on some Holy steps
Pondering now what to do
That dinner plans have just dissolved
No birthday eats for me and Ty
The timing's not right for Uncle Dick
So I'll have to wait some more
To get the dinner from last year's birthday
But still I can't complain about it
I haven't given him anything for years
Not for birthdays, Fathers' Day, or holidays
But sometimes I try to call, let him know I care
But he's the one with all the gadgets
He's the one to balance the scales
He's the one who has the knowledge
And the where-to-all to make it work
My brother, Atlas broad of shoulder
With the weight of all our lives
Manages to keep on going, growing older
The threads of all the ties that bind
And next month that it's now tradition
To be having our reunion then
Gathering as many kin and cousins
On the farm like it used to be