For my eldest son Daniel Jason, who would be 42 now, but will always remain forever young
A son is buried ‘neath Monmouth fields
at the mountain of the little olives
just a short pass from Vince Lombardi
whom I’m sure recruited him by now.
I’ll bet his mom is at the game
every Saturday in October
cheering her young wide receiver
under Coach’s watchful eye.
Comes the chill of Autumn days
I wish I could be at the game
rootin’ for our little man
when Coach Lombardi sends him in
I guess I’ll be there soon enough
the blink of an eye is all we have
to see him run the down and out
to cheers that only ghosts can hear.