Life- Practice

WHEN I SIT AND REFLECT OR WORK

 ON THE MUNDANE

THERE IS A LIGHT THAT SHINES THROUGH, 

 MY MINDS WINDOW PANE

IT DOESN'T SEEM THAT LONG AGO, IT'S ALMOST LIKE YESTERDAY

WHEN I PLAYED WITH MY SON,

AND WE PRACTICED THOSE  GAMES

WE WOULD HAVE A CATCH,

 OR I WOULD HIT HIM GROUND BALLS

AND SHOOT SOME HOOPS 

AS I HOPED HE WOULD BE HEALTHY & TALL

HE WOULD THROW WITH HIS LEFT 

AS HE LEARNED TO PITCH WELL

 THEN IT WAS DOWN TO THE DIAMOND

 HE WAS A HITTER YOU COULD TELL

WE PRACTICED IN THE RAIN, UNTIL DARK, IN FRONT OF OUR HOME 

CATCHIN' FLY-BALLS AND SHOOTIN' JUMPERS

 IT WAS A ROUTINE THAT WAS OUR OWN

I'M SURE THE NEIGHBORS THOUGHT

 "THAT POOR KID,...THEY ARE CRAZY"

NO, I JUST DIDN'T WANT MY SON

 AT A MALL AND BEING LAZY

PLAYING 27 OUTS OR THE COUNTDOWN 3-2-1

THROWING 3 STRIKES TO "THE THRILL"

... IS SOME OF THE FUN... I HAD WITH YOU SON

GOING DOWN TO THE MAJOR FIELD

 TO WATCH YOUR FRIENDS PLAY

WAS ALWAYS A KICK 

AND HOW WE WOULD SPEND MANY A DAY

THIS WAS SOMETHING SPECIAL, I KNEW WE COULD SHARE 

IT WAS A DAD'S WAY

 OF SHOWING THAT I  CARED

THERE WERE SO MANY LITTLE LEAGUE AND SPORT GAMES

 PRACTICE WAS JUST SOMETHING WE DID

 YEAH, ... AND I WAS TO BLAME

I WANTED YOU TO DO WELL 

AND TO KNOW HOW TO GIVE YOUR BEST 

 IT WAS KIND OF A LIFE LESSON, 

ALMOST YOUR ADULT TEST

AS OUR ONLY KID, YOU TOOK IT WELL 

AND WANTED TO PLEASE YOUR DAD

 EVEN THOUGH THERE WERE TIMES 

WHERE I LOST MY PATIENCE AND SEEMED MAD

AS THE YEARS WENT BY 

AND YOU PLAYED IN HIGH SCHOOL

 YOU TRIED SO HARD, YOU MADE IT A RULE

 AND AS I GLANCE BACK

YOU LOOKED AT THIS GAME,

 A LOT SMARTER THAN I

YOU MADE IT YOUR PASSION,

YOU WOULD WRITE & READ

SOMETHING YOU COULD REALLY APPLY

AND NOW THAT YOU HAVE GROWN

  THERE ARE TIMES WHEN WE DON'T TALK

 AND THAT'S ALRIGHT

 BECAUSE I HAD THE TIME OF MY LIFE 

WITH MY LITTLE JOCK

AND AS I REMEMBER THE TIME THAT HAS GONE

 I HOPE YOUR MEMORIES

 ARE HAPPY ONES

AS WE WENT ALONG