I speak in streams of thought
Sleep to dream for naught 
Heavy weighs the head because sleep I’ve rarely caught 
Toss and turn thinking bout the lessons that’s I’ve learned
Handed down from my pop, now that the hourglass has turned
It’s weird knowing that the end is near
So when I shed a tear, it’s for something that’s not quite here
He might hear, the words when I’ve tried
To speak to him, he had the energy for three high fives
Can barely open up his eyes, but I’ll remember good times 
Shots of Sambuca, and some less than good wine
Holidays always were the most important 
Get the family together and revel in enjoyment
But this year the cheer is few and far between 
As the dining room table has three empty seats 
Bug and El, I wish you well, I know that a reunion 
Is long overdue, cuz you were both super humans


Of course I’ve always been obsessed with super heroes, 
But the first bad ass I knew, must be DeNiro
I recall watching Goodfellas, never heed my mothers call
While my dad was asking when we could watch some football
Pop laughed and explained what was happening
Henry Hill wanted to be made, I started laughing when
He told joe Pesci that he thought that he was funny
A scene that I act out when chances come to me
Like a clown sent to amuse, so we were never bored
I’ll never forget when he met Kathy Orr at the Shore
Saying that he would flip when he met her and he did
But not flip like getting pissed, it was like he was in Split
Cuz when He saw her, he said “i love you on the tv”
His grandkids were stunned, we snapped a picture of the scene 
Then hit up Mack’s pizza for the greasiest slice
Back in the days when he used to walk the boards twice


My Pop closed more bars than prison guards
Him and the Lindanator always made me feel like a star
And that’s not in his prime, he was 79
But made it a point to never miss a show of mine
Roll the dice, he would advise, while he bets the pass line
As I sound asinine, and then I roll my number 9,
So he tells me to keep rolling, and that’s what I’m gonna do
Roll over to the windows to see what the horses do
He always had a tip or some numbers I should pick
Like my first Vegas trip, my first betting was a trip
He said put $10 on 14, and put $10 on red
My mother’s sick telling me not to abide by what he said
But I defied and did it anyway, and what a pay day
Called him right away and he said that it made his day
So I’m yelling at the top of my lungs, hoping you hear me
It’s okay to go, but we will miss you dearly 
All of your brothers and sisters are there with grandmom 
And they got scotch and water and then some
Of anything you want, all you have to do is ask
I’ll always love you Pop, writing this was no task