The Pecan Park Eagle

Be Who You Are Beyond Just a Fan

By Bill McCurdy

Berkman – Bregman – Biggio – and Jeffrey Bagwell too.

Three of them were killer bees. – The other – astro new.

Glory only glides on hype – greatness ground by dreamer’s type.

Show it’s true – and lose the pipe – ‘fore you raise all myths in sight.

We who start out wanting – what seems more – than we are,

We who mind-sketch mountain climbs – from here to distant star,

We who strive to prove all greatness – at the risk of personal scar,

We dream of mansions we shall build – and the bling of our trophy car.

But “we” is only masking – the singularity of the letter “I”,

And the Ego’s great teaser – ’bout “how high is – really high?’

“Whatever you say – or whatever you do.

I can always fly higher – much higher than you.”

But if I find I can’t fly high – much higher than ground zero,

I may pick a game I watch as a fan – and find myself a hero,

To do all the hardest work for me there – in a way so quite precarious,

By leaving my flight to another –  and the wings of kid vicarious.

Better to learn – by old age – at least,

That winning through others – is a treacherous beast.

If victory shall come so – the doers should cheer,

As flyers splosh champagne – and fans spill their beer.

Better to learn early – that we already own

All of our parts – from our soul to each bone.

Life invites wisdom – from all of our falls

‘Bout who we are not – we’re nobody’s clone.

We all have a talent – our major leagues call

But if we don’t listen –  hope dies on its own

First – give of your talents – completely to life,

And the light of your being- shall outshine all strife.

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Bill McCurdy

Publisher, Editor, Writer

The Pecan Park Eagle

Houston, Texas