Atmosphere - Trevor Paolone

Dear Mike

I will try to keep this short and sweet

I know you’re swamped at the office, still on that grind

And that’s fine

There’s just something that I gotta say

Before you bury yourself in papers and the markets and stocks

I’ve been learning from you

My entire life

I hope I’ve grown to be everything you’ve wanted in me

I’ve never forgotten

The lessons you’ve taught

Everything, from work ethic to the way you treat people

I have admired your upbringing, couldn’t imagine what life was like

Six boys and girls, Bapcia and Pop, in one house

A third of our home, your home, you’ve earned it, enjoy

I’ll have my own

Cause of you, you made me this way

Because, you know, it ain’t about how hard you hit

No, nope, It’s about how hard you can get hit

We keep moving forward, that’s in my heart

Reminded me of the days, sit and watch Christmas Vacation

Hope I can say, I’ve picked up your traits, one day

From the way you light up a room when you walk in

To the way you try to keep all of us happy

I have learned this from you

Eagles, Flyers, Sixers, Phillies games all year

Taught me to drive and to give it my all

I hope I can teach as much as you did to my children

Actually, if I do half of what you do

I’ll be good

A buck twenty, but one ten is heart