Magical Island

After a long struggle,
My pa slipped into the eternal sleep,
Into a land of sweet perpetual dreams.
He used to say that Elvis, John Lennon, Jim Morrison-
They all came here to dream.
Yet, this is a paradise of what you make of it,
A castle, warm beaches, dotted with palm trees -
It was all up to me.
To him, however, everything pleasant
Ventured to this magical island,
Where dead presidents also come to reside,
And that's fine by me.
I have something to look forward to
When my time comes to be reunited with Pa.