MY SON
I watched my son play ball today, I watched him as a man,Yhat little boy I taught to play catch, has surpassed his old man.
I watched his efforts, watched his swing, my heart sweeled with pride,
I watched a man playing ball today, that little boy I taught how to slide.
A little boy that could barely swing, the bat weighed more than he,
Just for a moment I thought, he wanted to be just like me.
Be like me he is not, he has done so much more,
Eclipsing my ambitions, no matter the score.
That little boy now plays for real, even though there is no gain,
That man is now out there, playing through the pain.
I want so much to be young again, but youth has passed me by,
But I can relive all the moments, watching my son, this little guy!
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