Ok guys this poem was written by my dad and it's about his late teenage years and having my older sister, I hope you like it and again all credit goes to my dad enjoy~
You two are young,
She says she's late,
You blow it off & hesitate,
9 months later she is born,
Neither of you are ready, you've become torn.
Wake up & smell the coffee...
You'll never be able to be what you want to be
So you do the right thing & Step Up To The Plate
You'll try to be a man & accept your fate.
You raise her the best you can do blood, sweat & tears just to get through.
For pennies on the dollar, so unfair God has a reason you always have to hear
So you wait & wait for your rainbow to finally appear.
Would of, could of, should of
The mistakes of your past you can't escape.
So you try to be a man & Step Up To The Plate
They say hindsight has 20/20
How right they are but when your young & having fun
You don't think ahead that far.
When I'm old & gray & look back on my life
I hope I can say I did a few things right
When I had to Step Up To The Plate and
Swung for the lights
