On a Poem For Scooter

Last year, before my friend Scooter became a dad, I sent him this poem. It tickles me, and I want to memorialize it on the blog. I tease him mercilessly, but he’s a wonderful dad and a great friend. For Scooter:

Confused little golden boy,
confused golden man.
In sauces he liked soy,
his body never knew a tan.

Shy with his brilliant light,
like a girl, some say, he fights.
But all know the truth lad,
he’s about to become a dad.

A great adventure, he will cross.
Finding himself, maybe.
All the years and tears,
ending in a baby.

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