I don’t want you to lose wrong, 
to lose control, to lose in pain. 
If it’s not fun or you’re no good 
then what’s the point? 

more of this poem here:

Rumbling Stumbling Bumbling Fumbling: An American's Jittery Journey Through Life

Daddy’s Kids

 

I don’t want you to lose wrong,

to lose control, to lose in pain.

If it’s not fun or you’re no good,

then what’s the point?

If you still see the point,

then I’ll be right here for you.

My glory’s gone and forgotten—

It’s your show now... if you want.

Just don’t pretend because you think

I’d enjoy it. I won’t,

but I’ll pretend to if you play:

the circle of fatherly love.

 

Someday, you with the same choice.

Maybe you’re a suit or a doctor or a union grunt

and you don’t have time or don’t like sports,

but your kids ask you if you’re coming.

Part of you is already there on the field,

so why not join in and enjoy the show?

If your kids really want you to,

because it only lasts as long as you did for me.