Just Like My Dad Poem by Jim Yerman

I never thought it's something I'd live to see……I'm not sure whether to be happy or sad
But today it finally happened to me…I turned into my dad.

We are supposed to welcome the good traits…we inherit from our mom dad
But we're also, there is no debate…expected to overcome the bad.

I loved my father but when I was young…my friends and family would stare
When over at my house they hung…and saw Dad in his underwear.

Dad didn't seem to notice or care…the chortles and the snorts
As he would walk from here…to there…clad only in his boxer shorts.

Oh, I thank you Dad…is only fair…for all the good traits I received from you
But I promised myself walking around in my underwear…is something I'd never do.

I kept that promise for 66 years…In my underwear I would never stray
I was doing fine…or so it appears…until earlier today.

Deborah, Bryan and I were working hard…in the heat of the Florida sun
Moving our camper into our side yard…and it was anything but fun.

The camper was not cooperating…our best plans were derailed
as despite some great collaborating…every attempt had failed.

Every muscle in my body ached and I was dirty from my head down to my toes
so I decided to take a little break…go inside and change my clothes.

I'd like to blame it on the heat of the day…as I was totally unaware
until I heard Deborah laugh then say…Jim, you're in your underwear.

I can't believe it, I sighed….and I could hear their chortles and snorts
as I quickly rushed back inside to put on a pair of shorts.

When I returned I had to smile…I had become my dad, it's true
And I stopped to wonder…for a little while…if Dad was smiling too.