Same Old Song

He comes in, face looks grim
Looks for something wrong,
Only he can have a bad day,
It’s still the same old song.

Seeking confirmation,
He never stays too long;
A hurricane on steroids,
It’s still the same old song.

It really doesn’t matter,
What I’ve done before,
There is no thought to loyalty
That shits out the door.

He’s a man of many issues,
And he shows them everyday.
I used to feel some empathy,
But that shits gone away.

He doesn’t give a flying fuck,
About how his team feels;
Yet he seeks appreciation,
He doesn’t see the deal.

I won’t be his whipping boy,
He has me by the balls;
But he’s lost all my respect,
And another job will call.

If he thinks that I won’t leave,
Then he’s gotten me all wrong;
When I go, his mind will blow,
It’s still the same old song.

He’ll bitch and moan and call me names,
And say I’ve done him wrong;
He’s brought this shit upon himself,
It’s still the same old song.

Yes!

Great performers,
Once bench warmers,
Know the life is tough.

To strive for great,
That is innate,
Will make the going rough.

Top the ladder,
Doesn’t matter,
All that’s left is down

It’s what you learn
Amidst the churn,
That helps you on the ground.

(Inspired by dinner with Ferguson Jenkins, Hall of Fame pitcher)

“I see the Empire State Building,”
He said with eyes a-wide.
“We’ll be driving past it,”
I smiled as I replied.

“Can I see it close up, from my side of the van?”
“Just look right out your window Son,
I’m certain that you can.

“Thank you, Dad! This is great, we’ll see Flat Iron, too?”
“No son, that is downtown, but a tunnel we’ll go through. “

“Oh cool. We’ll go through it? Is it by the Guggenheim?”
“No Son, that is uptown, we’ll be through it in no time. “

“You mean the tunnel? Don’t you Dad? That’s what we’re going through?”
“That’s right Son, it’s called Midtown, we’ll hit the Lincoln, too. “

“We learned about the city, Dad,
This year in class, in school.”
“Hey, there’s a yellow taxi,
The city is so cool!”

“That’s Madison Square Garden? How come it’s shape is round?”
“Hey there’s the Chrysler Building, it’s over there uptown.”

“Thanks for taking this road Dad. Seeing this is fun!”
“I’m glad you like it, little man! No problem, Jack my son.”

It seems like only yesterday,
That I first saw your face;
Laid down to nap, a stocking cap,
A site I still embrace.

It seems like only yesterday,
That I first saw you smile;
Talking to the plant up high,
And pointing all the while.

It seems like only yesterday,
You wandered from the truth;
On April Fools you said that there’s a beetle on my tooth.

As the Dad, I’m very glad,
To see your dreams come true;
And as your Dad, I’m sometimes sad,
Because I’m missing you.

It seems like only yesterday,
We’d stack a pile of blocks;
You’d run fast to knock them down,
In diapers, hat and socks.

It seems like only yesterday,
You saw your first parade;
On Patty’s Day, down Montauk way;
You yelled and cheered and waved.

Like the song, my yesterdays,
Came so suddenly;
The difference is I’m twice the man,
That I used to be.

Because of you and what you do,
I’m better than before;
As my son, you are the one,
Who opened up the door.

A door that leads to happiness,
A door that helps me grow;
You’ve done so much to get me through,
It’s more than you could know.

I hope I’ve done the same for you,
I give you all I have;
It’s too bad there is no book,
On how to be a Dad.

I tried to learn from my mistakes,
I yelled and screamed too much;
Many situations showed,
I didn’t have the touch.

No matter what I said or did,
Please always keep in mind;
I’m sorry if I made you cry,
Or treated you unkind.

So thanks for always being there,
Thank you for your love;
I cherish every thought of you,
And thank the stars above.