Beauty sweet love is like the morning dew Whose short refresh upon tender green Cheers for a time but till the sun doth show And straight is gone as it had never been.
Growing up my father was a financial analyst for an oil company. He was just a regular dad. And when I would say 'Hey come see my play ' he'd say 'Sure.' He'd see one 'Oh good play' - you know very typical dad reaction.
