I don’t always want
To hit a home run
But I always want
To be in the game.
I don’t always need
To be the big star
But it’s nice if they all
Remember your name.

You can’t make a touchdown
Every time you play the game.
But, suit up and show up
You’ll be glad you came.

I know I have blown it
More than once before
But that is the reason
We have for keeping score.
We add up the averages
And when I do the math
I find trying my best
Is taking the right path.

It does no good to give up
Without even the one try.
You prove to yourself
You’re a ‘go for it’ guy!

If you think this is rah-rah
You are absolutely right.
What good is getting beaten
Without even a fight?
If you think this is a metaphor
You are correct once again.
How can you win the race
If you never even begin?

You can’t make a touchdown
Every time you play the game.
But, suit up and show up
You’ll be glad you came.
It does no good to give up
Without even the one try.
You prove to yourself
You’re a ‘go for it’ guy!

Isn't it hard
To put on a front
Pretending to be
Something your not

Aren't you afraid
They'll find out in time
After all of these years
That you have been lying

Wouldn't it be easier
To just be yourself
Then you would have less
To worry about

I sometimes miss
When I was a kid
And all the crazy things
That I always did

As it's awfully hard
To get used to this
Playing the old **** part
Like nobodies biz

All this growing up
Is mostly out to lunch
Will you pass the peas
Thank you very much

Growing bounds and leaps
Pretty as you please
What's in front, behind
And beside of me

With a wrinkle here
And a wrinkle there
Along with balding spots
In my graying hair

And a belly, Budda
Would be proud of
As I haven't missed
Too many times at lunch

With a memory
That's hard to find
As this wandering mind
Gets lost at times

If I had the chance
To do it all again
I'll show you where
If you tell me when

Cause I sometimes miss
When I was a kid
And all the crazy things
That I always did...

The little boy and his flag
On the corner sat a little boy.
The American flag in his hand.
When asked why he was sitting there.
This is what he said," I watch on tv the other night
A man that said he wanted to make America great again.
He said he would make our country safe.
And Americans proud again.
He said this country was his and our flag shall fly high.
I sit here to show him I'm a red blooded American and proud of my flag.

When poets mention the name of Jesus
within their poetic endeavour  
its always worth a read;
simply because the name of Jesus
holds within the spirit of peace
sounded deep from eternity.