Mourning the band director’s son

The leader of the band we knew
was Dan’s dear aging dad.
But wow, could his son write and sing.
A brilliant gift he had.

Much, much too soon young Fogelberg
has bid us all goodbye.
And like his lyrics bout his dad,
his death has made us cry.

At fifty-six he barely lived.
We can’t help but miss Dan.
I only wish his time with us
had been … well … longer than.