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A Chicago Cubs-Fan Prayer

A Chicago Cubs-Fan Prayer!
 In nomine patri et fili spiritu of Ron Santo
 Let us all give thanks for Ernie Banks
                       Let us play!
 Our Father, who art in Wrigley Field
 Hallowed be thy ivy covered Brick-house walls
 Thy new stadium will come, the owners will be done
 On the mound, sit ‘in with the bleacher-bums or your rich roof-top owner friends 
 Give us this day our daily dread but remove those lights that so offend
 Forgive us our trespasses and cubs left on bases
 As we forgive those teams who trespass those places
 And Caray us on and win the pennant races
 All’s we’re ask ‘in for Lord, is a couple a runs 
 Then deliver us a world series, before God loses HIS patience 
                                Amen!

Copyright © Tim Collins | Year Posted 2014



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I Am An American Soldier

They didn't ask for pity - they didn't ask for praise! 
 They didn't ask for medals - or military parade!
 They didn't ask for sorrow - when we laid them in their graves! 
 And they didn't ask to be hero's - but that's what they became,
 When Johnny, came marching home! 
 When Johnny came marching home that day, "OO-RAH"! "OO-RAH"! 
 They gave him NO hearty welcome then, "OO-RAH"! "OO-RAH"!  
 Yes some men did shout and women spat, and the boys with clout, they all turned  
 out, 
 They were ALL so brave then, when Johnny came marching home! 
 But those who spat and the boys with clout did not know what they spoke about, 
 but they all came out to blame Johnny for marching home!
 They all came out to blame Johnny for coming home!
 Yes, they were ALL, SO BRAVE, when Johnny came marching home on crutches
 with just one leg that day!   "OO-RAH" SOLDIER! 
 We promised we'd take care of them but 
 Somehow those noble words, like one old soldier said, 
 Don't die, they just fade away!
 Which one of you would have held a dying friend, all through that God-less night, 
 Bleeding, crying, dying, after a bloody fire-fight, 
 Trying the best you could to call in a Huey, and get him on a medevac flight at first
 light! Which one of you would have pick-up that fallen soldiers gun and just kept
 going on? 
 Which one of you would have fought again, until the battles won!  
 Instead we built a wall of stone / for the soldiers who did fall / then carved their
 names upon it, and called that welcome home!  
 They fought for the red, white and blue, all American soldiers, who fought for the
 red, white and YOU!
 And a family waits with pride, see, they just got word, only two more days and
 he'd be coming home for good.  Then at the door, two soldiers stood in the shadow
 of twilights glow, it seemed so surreal, but also apropos.
 With folded flag, of the stars and stripes in hand, at attention they did stand.  
 Then, with solemn grace and dignity said the words all families dread!
 "On behalf of a grateful nation, he fought the bravest  fight"!
 But with deepest sympathy, your soldier-son, won't be coming home tonight!
 
 They didn't ask for pity - they didn't ask for praise!
 They didn't ask to be hero's - but that's what they became!

Copyright © Tim Collins | Year Posted 2015

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A Chicago Cubs Fan Prayer Answered

A Chicago Cubs-Fan Prayer Answered! 

In nomine patri et fili spiritu of Ron Santo!
Let us all give thanks for Ernie Banks! 

Let us play........, two! 

Our Father, who art in Wrigley Field
Hallowed be thy ivy covered Brickhouse walls! 
Thy new stadium will come, the owners will be done
On Clark and Addison, as it is, to sit in the sun with thy bleacher-bums!

Give us this day our daily dread but remove those lights that so offend!
Forgive us our trespasses and Cubs left on bases, as we forgive those 
Teams who trespass these hallowed places!

Caray us on and win the pennant race, all’s we’re ask ‘in for Lord,
Is a couple a more runs! 

Most of us can't afford a dog or beer in here, but a least da cops is really 
Nice around here! 

Lead us not into temptation and deliver us to a World Series, while were still young!

So grab a beer and join the cheer, cause we ain't leav'in Wrigley 
Till "Yogi" say's it's over in here! 

                                        AMEN!

Copyright © Tim Collins | Year Posted 2015

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Take Me Out To the Ballgame, Mister Cub

Mr. Cub, take me out to the ballgame! 
 
                               A Chicago Cubs-Fan Prayer! 
 
                        In nomine patri et fili spiritu of Ron Santo

                          Let us all give thanks for Ernie Banks! 

                                     Let us play, TWO! 


Our Father, who art in Wrigley Field Hallowed be thy name on those ivy covered Brick-house walls

Thy new stadium will come, the owners will be done

On earth, as it is in heaven to sit in the sun with the bleacher-bums

Give us this day our daily dread, but remove those lights that some say  offend 

And forgive us our trespasses for trading our best hitters and aces 

As we forgive those same players who then come back, and rub it in our faces

Lead us not, into tenth inning disgraces, and worst of all, with men left on bases 

Deliver us from evil and finishing in last place

And Caray us on to win the pennant race 

All's we're ask ‘in for is a couple a more runs with three men on base

Bring us oh Lord a world series trophy, or it won't be long before were all dopey! 

Our faith be rich, but our pockets are poor, because most of us can't afford a dog or a couple a beers in here! 

Our spirit lives on and we know no fear, so whaddya say we lose the, "wait till next year"!

Mr. Cub is rounding third and headed for home, one more time on this hallowed ground, but we still need a closer for a Cubs World Series win! 

Ronny made the call to one of their friends, "send in the saver, Ernie can't do it all"!  

Now the "LORD's" in the line-up, and Mr. Cub just handed him the ball! 

Let us all give thanks for Ernie Banks!  AMEN!

Copyright © Tim Collins | Year Posted 2015

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A Fools Remorse

A Fools Remorse
 When your 8 or 9 you hope they not think you a fool at school
 When your 14 or 16 you hope they think your too cool at the pool 
 When your 20 or 30 you play your jewel for a fool
 When your 40 or 50 you become a tool and claim to rule
 When your 60 or 70 your stubborn as a mule
 When your 70 or 80 you wake-up in a pool of your own drool
 When your 80 or 90, guess whose there to wipe off your drool
 You might have been cool, but now your just another old fool
 You should not have forgotten the golden rule

Copyright © Tim Collins | Year Posted 2014



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One Night Only, At the Blue Suede Cafe

One Night Only, At The Blue Suede Cafe

 It's down at the end of a lonely street 
 Not far from heartbreak bay
 They say he's been there forever
 But I can't hardly say
 See, I always thought forever
 Was a long, long ways away

 So I walked all the way
 To the end of the bay
 Right into the Blue Suede Café
 When this gray-haired old gent
 Said, sit down her son
 I've got somethin' I'm mean-in' to say

 Then he told me his story
 Of fame, love and glory
 And sadly, he knew who to blame
 From Gospel to Soul
 Man, I owned Rock and Roll
 But it took it's toll, just the same

 And for what it's worth
 My time here on earth
 Was always, too little, too late
 Sure I made my mistakes

 And I took some bad breaks
 At a price, only this King could pay

 So each night I keep try-in'
 Yes there's no more deny-in'
 The road too redemption is long

 Then the band played three notes
 As he slowly arose
 And he sang songs from long, long ago

 He worked the stage
 Like a man half his age
 Held the crowd in the palm of his hand
 In total control
 He still owned Rock and Roll
 As he stole there hearts once again

 As he ended his show, they cried
 Please don't go
 Then he turned and he gave this reply

 Please remember my friends
 The love never ends
 But we all now my time has gone by

 As he walked from the stage
 they called out his name
 Would we ever see him again

 Then I thought I heard him say
 You can always hear me play,
 Right here, at the Blue Suede Cafe

 Maybe you know a place like the Blue Suede Café
 Where all your dreams can come true
 Don't we all have that place in our hearts
 I hope some day you find your way
 down to the Blue Suede Café

 It's down at the end of a lonely street
 where you can cry all your tears away.

Copyright © Tim Collins | Year Posted 2014

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You Wash and I'Ll Dry

You Wash and I'll Dry!

You wash and I'll dry!,,,, were the words that he spoke,
You wash and I'll dry,,,, you had me, the first time you spoke, 
You meant you loved me, with words never spoke,
You wash and I'll dry, that was always our little joke!

You wash and I'll try,,,, lets do this, side by side,
You wash and I'll try,,,, to dry all the tears from your eyes,,,,,,,,, 

He promised to love me, to be my best friend, 
But, one day he said some things, he swore he never would,
He asked me to forgive, for words he never meant,
Then he dried my tears with his sleeve, before we went to bed!

The years flew by, we struggled and we worked, 
We loved and we laughed, 
Then the kids came along, more worry, more fuss, But
But then one day, his job went bust, and he lost hope,
Even when I spoke,,,, our little joke.  

You wash and I'll dry,,,,,all the tears from your eyes,
You wash and I'll dry, side by side, 
You wash and I'll dry,,,,, it was our little joke"!
  
Then one night, a terrible fight, 
I raised my voice,,,,,, he raised his hand, 
for things, we could not understand!  
 
The sorrow and shame, the pity the pain, 
It looked like was this was the end, of the game,,,, 
He would not bend, refused all blame, 
So one last time, I said in vain, "you wash and I'll dry",,,,,, 
But this time,,,,,, there came no reply!

He said our little joke,,,,,,, was all a big lie,  
And he walked out on me, with a final,,,,,, "GOODBYE"!
Now, there was no one, to dry ALL the tears, I was all alone!

You wash and I'll dry,,,,,all the tears from your eyes,
You wash and I'll dry, that's how we coped, 
You wash and I'll dry,,,,, it was always our little joke"!  

The days passed liked months, I wanted  to die, 
I was out of my head,
Then he called, "this can't be the end"!
Could he come back home, and try again?

"You wash, and I'll dry"!,,,,,,, "that's all that I said"!
 
With tears in my voice, as I lay all alone in our bed,  
Alone in our bed, and then he said, "you wash,,,, and I'll "TRY"! 

But he didn't know of that fateful call,   
He didn't know, he didn't have long at all, 
So he didn't know why,,,,,, when I started to cry,
But he had to know, he was always my best guy!  

So this time I said, we'll "BOTH TRY", 
We'll get through this together,,,, side-by side,
Just like we did, so many times, 
He had to know, he was always my guy, 
I'll love you forever, till the day we both die!

"You - wash - and - I'll - dry all the tears from your eyes, 
"You had me the first time you spoke, our little joke.

Then he looked in my eyes, and softly spoke,   
"This time, you'll have to wash and you'll have to dry, please don't cry,    
 No more tears and no more jokes, as long as I'm always your best guy! 

And those were the last words my guy ever spoke!              
                                                                  
                                    END!

By: Timothy R. Collins, Copyright (C) 2016.

Copyright © Tim Collins | Year Posted 2016


Book: Shattered Sighs