Tuesday, June 9, 2009
so many failures
whom to blame
the fault of someone else
didn't try that hard
couldn't make it that way
must be the foreign ones
causing all the troubles
taking all the jobs
we don't do anyway
they have a dream
the American way
streets paved with gold
effort to succeed
will is determined
failure not an option
many are counting
on the shoulders of success
lifting all the others
generations of trying
have not lost their way
ones that are born here
elders soon forgotten
crossed the seas
with dreams of their own
heritage to be remembered
fought and died for
best stuff on earth
people that try
don't blame others
get up and go
make us proud
once again.
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Monday, December 7, 2009
Pressure Of The Open
Monday, June 22, 2009
game for athletes
no 40 yard dash
strength needed
skills sharpened
how hard can
it be
hitting ball
not moving
baseball
make contact
basketball
bank it
football blitz
you and the ball
golf
play it
where it lies
penalty
you call
cheating none
they will know
all about trust
pro know
pressure
mental crumbling
mind not sure
all have shots
must be clear
in the lead
nipping at heels
roar of crowd
here comes hero
be the one
each shot counts
winning
money
not guaranteed
thursday friday
play good
or go home
slam the trunk
got the lead
its the open
I'm the man
one more shot
all my life
no doubts
sink it
at last
rush of feelings
where is loved one
shaking hands
sign the card
get the check
hoist the trophy
how it feels
winner at last
game for athletes
no 40 yard dash
strength needed
skills sharpened
how hard can
it be
hitting ball
not moving
baseball
make contact
basketball
bank it
football blitz
you and the ball
golf
play it
where it lies
penalty
you call
cheating none
they will know
all about trust
pro know
pressure
mental crumbling
mind not sure
all have shots
must be clear
in the lead
nipping at heels
roar of crowd
here comes hero
be the one
each shot counts
winning
money
not guaranteed
thursday friday
play good
or go home
slam the trunk
got the lead
its the open
I'm the man
one more shot
all my life
no doubts
sink it
at last
rush of feelings
where is loved one
shaking hands
sign the card
get the check
hoist the trophy
how it feels
winner at last
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