So many thoughts invade my days
I think about good things and some misfortune
By days end I'm mentally exhausted
So I send myself to bed
My nights are so different than my days
I slow down the process
But the process never ends
I don''t dream anymore, I think myself to sleep
I think about hitting a Baseball
Listening to my favorite music
Having conversations with people who have come and gone
Constant companionship without speaking out loud
I recall the 100's of concerts I've attended
Baseball games all across the country
I think about singing and hitting a Baseball very hard
I wish I wish, I wanted to be either when I grew up
Now that I'm older and never truly grew up
I follow my Baseball Dodgers and I sing along to my favorite tunes
It's as close as I get to being there for real
It is close enough for me
All of my passions were shared with my children and wives
They enjoyed watching me enjoy myself
Selfless human being I was blessed to have in my life
Gone today but never forgotten, forever admired
A song came on Youtube tonight
"I still think of you and all the shit you put me through"
"You made pain your lover, infidelity not discreet"(group MS. MR.)
I wonder if she thinks of me?
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