Popsicles On An Autumn Afternoon
We were passing by the field
On a winter afternoon
When he said, "Hey Uncle Dave let's go and play."
I said, "You go ahead.
I'll sit up in the stands and watch today." |
Now the sunset paints an image
On a field of dusty green
The shadows of the players that are gone.
Winter wind whips all around him
In a shirt and faded jeans
A solitary figure on the lawn.
And at his feet a soccer ball
A thousand times he's heard its call
Its look and feel are etched upon his soul.
He sends it in the air
But there's no one there
To head it in the goal.
Even though the season's over
And the goal nets have come down
The ghosts of Autumn's heroes still remain
In the twilight we can see them
With their dignity and grace
Players who refuse to end the game.
He turns to me and says, "You know
We could have won more games, you know"
I said, "It doesn't matter, anyway.
For you it was the win
But for me it was the chance
To watch you play." |
Then he slips his jacket on
And he turns and heads for home
We both know another season has begun
I stay awhile to think
All the things that I would change if I were young. |
It was all I've ever wanted
And all I'll ever need
To live my youth again through each of you
You have been my inspiration
And my reason to believe
That the magic power of youth is never through
And when I'm old and turning gray
When all my memories fade away
My final memory will be of you
A memory as sweet
As a Popsicle
On an Autumn afternoon.
When I'm old and turning gray
When all my memories fade away
My final memory will be of you
A memory as sweet
As Husky Treats
On an Autumn afternoon. |