Last Man Standing
I thought I would share with you a poem I wrote during the time certain professional athletes were highly scrutinized and in the news for making incredulous and compromising decisions, which very well could have ended their illustrious careers. It pained me enough to pen a prayerful-plea-of-a- poem to my son, Christopher, in hopes that the sterness of his father's firm discipline, the discernment I try to instill in him, and the loyalty he has to his family would separate him from the crowd and enable him to make the right choices (we hope - all of the time) most of the time.
The Last Man Standing - (May 2004)
One by one they fall
Where strength was once their pride
Their guard let down - reveals all.
What brought them to their demise?
What caused them to gradually fail?
They heed not the words from the wise.
Did we not teach them while they were young?
Did we not warn them of the signs?
Who now is left among?
These men who once were told
To keep watch of what will become
Be strong, be true, be bold.
The sadness we must endure
When you choose wrong over right
So quickly you want to mature.
Because we love you we must set free
Your spirit to grow and live
A child, through whose eyes I see;
Your heart has not yet learned
What life is all about
Your rewards you alone have earned;
Through blood, sweat and tears
Through struggles and tribulations
These are the things I fear.
To throw it all away
For meaningless encounters,
Please hear what I must say.
Shield with the heaviest of armor
Your soul from life's deceits
Protect from glitz and glamour.
Hide your values within
Carry them close to your heart
Finish the race to win.
Although many are sure to fail
Be one with courage demanding
All others fall short of the prize
You'll be the last man standing.