I found a box of old cassettesWith songs selected and specially ordered,Collected, recordedOrganizedSortedHand drawn artworkHand written labelsEach one a key to the time machine I no longer own.
Things You Wish You Still HadOld Spice and the smell of cigarettes lingered in the kitchenwhenever he left for work.He dabbled with paintingwrote the beginning of a novelcoached my Little League teamand taught me how to hit a golf ballalthough skill and athleticism eluded him.When he built our patioI handed him the hammer, nails, and scotchbut he forgot to show me the how.He founded the gifted program in Glendoraheaded the Elementary Education Departmentat Cal State Los Angelesand became Dean of the Collegebut he struggled to teach his childrenthe meaning of “Till Death Do Us Part.”Renaissance man, father, frienda gentle soulmagnificently flawedI wish I had him in my life again.Rick Stepp-Bolling
things you wish you still hadwish I had an attitude change from would of could of, should of. Seems kind of strangeWhen the song was what I understood of as a place to really go from the start like a darthitting the bullseyeto the heart with the artOf an adult nowWith a result howit was expected of me then, like I shouldhave not done what Idid when I could havebeen a doctor or lawyerapart from where I am nowa drop out of sort a kidfrom the skids somehowBut then, I am creativea liberal and more sanethan where I came froman individual casting blamenow I am a person certain with goodrapport, better than a person like awould of, could of kind of sort
I love how much you revealed about the narrator. Very moving, and relatable.
I need that home town, don't know why.I need that smelly old place to die,
time, lost to the momentwhere did I put the timeI wish it would return to me