Jonathan was quiet but you could see in his dreamy eyes he did like the girls. 
He married quite young for these times (age 21). This poem links to the one I did 
for his older brother, Aaron. 


To Jonathan Shapiro on his Bar Mitzvah

Your mother is a DDS, your dad a PHD
At Harvard, brother Aaron's favorite word is me-me-me
So for 13 years your fate has been rank obscurity

What's it been like in that shade?
Have you worked or have you played?
What cute girl friends have you made?

Confess Jonathan, before its too late
Tell precisely when you began to date
And which of these beauties will be your mate?

I see you smile but still keep quiet
For you only like to talk at night
Long after you have shut off the light

The secret's out, you're not so sly
You couldn't hide your twinkling eye
And by the way, zip up your fly

But lets end on more serious notes
Not about sowing your wild oats
Or about your political votes

Those glowing eyes have said to me
You really feel that you are free
To be just what you want to be

So now that you've duly passed the mitzvah bar
Set out joyfully and steer straight for your star
Which will only cost your parents one more car.

30 May 1992