Life and Times of a Florida Man

Growing up under the sun,

Palm trees swaying, life’s begun.

From Miami shores to Pembroke Pines,

A mix of worlds, where sun does shine.

Stetson hats and frat life too,

Olde English only came in thirty two.

Chasing dreams down memory lane,

All those weekends, not a single strain.

Disney trips full of rides,

Pleasure Island, we took our strides.

From Fantasy lands to Epcot lights,

Those sunny days, oh what delights.

But now I’m here in snowy scenes,

Wishing for the Florida greens.

Cuban coffee, some pastelitos,

Dreaming of those Publix subs though.

Oh Florida, you’re my heart,

Miss the warmth when the winter starts.

Watching Joe Zagacki on TV

Graduation announcements on Channel 33.

(Oh!) Florida, under the sun,

Rolling the dice, living for fun.

Miami’s heat is where I thrive,

Count the days till I feel alive.

Pines growing up, with dreams so high,

Sunset colors painting the sky.

Chili Cookoffs, smells in the air,

Cuban food, oh how I compare.

But here in this cold, I wear three layers,

While dreaming of sand, I’m getting grayer.

My friends up here think every crazy story is meta,

Memories flood, listening to ninety four nine Zeta.

Oh Florida, you’re my heart,

Miss the warmth when the winter starts.

Sunsets on the Captiva sea,

In a world of snow, I long to be free.

(Oh!) Florida, under the sun,

Rolling the dice, living for fun.

Miami’s heat is where I thrive,

Count the days till I feel alive.

So bring on the sun, the beaches, the palms,

Escape this winter with its cold hugs and charms.

I’ll dance with the waves, let my spirit soar,

Hitting the blind pig pub for a nice crisp pour.

So here’s to the days of youth and delight,

From Pembroke Pines, I’ll take that flight.

With laughter and love, I’ll make my way,

Forever a child of that sun-kissed bay.