Fathers and Sons

I try not to think about it, my friend. It's so horrible, and yet, I'm on beer ten, and I won't see you again - So, I'll tell you a secret. No, it's not what happened in Vietnam. I still see it in stop-action - If you measured it in inches and seconds, That moment was a fraction. A youth soccer game, my dad in the crowd, It was nineteen sixty-two When we lost the championship game As I let the winning goal go through. As a boy, I never hurt anyone, Was a friend when needed. I always helped my mother with her chores. Mom and Dad, I heeded. I studied hard, did all my homework, Followed every rule. Upon college graduation, I was rewarded, Accepted to med school. Today, I am a successful surgeon Using scalpels and knives. I make so many people feel better - Sometimes, I even save lives. Yet, deep down, I don't have what it takes. I let everybody down. What you see before you is a failure. I should be buried in the ground. I see it as we speak. My dad was in the crowd. It was nineteen sixty-two. We lost the championship game. I let the winning goal go through. You see, there's nothing now that I can do - But wait, I have a little son. He plays goalie on his youth soccer team, A great boy who likes to have fun. When the rival striker takes his final shot, There's one thing my son won't do. Well, I hope he doesn't, no, he better not, Let the winning goal go through.