Sitting here on my cajones
In front of my cone honeys
Still here putting pen to page
Of come to age each after Ides
To start the summer season off
With a Fathers' Day weekend holiday
Not the kind you take time from work
Just a Sonday to reminisce
Somewhere to have a potluck feast
At any number of churches or clubs
To celebrate the gift of dads
And for all the youngsters then who've come to age
The recent orphaned by the golden aged
Remembering fondly Fathers' Days before
When I was just a youngster then
And need to look up to him
The days we used to celebrate
When the Rosary ladies would make our day
And take the time to feed the dads breakfast
Plus those sons of any age invited too
But there're no more groups like that
No large troop of hands to make things work
Or the crowd of fathers that used to amass
When I was the son, not the father today