Potholes

I love women

Have all my life

Love my dear mother

I love my wife

God bless her

Even love my teenage daughter

There's no accounting for it

Apparently, I don't care how I'm treated

My love's unconditional or something

Been hurt a time or two

I ain't gonna lie

I've had my doubts sometimes

'Bout the ethics of the so-called fairer sex

Fairer 'bout what?

But I find time goes by and

And one forgives as one forgets

And one does forget

God bless the potholes

Down on Memory Lane

God bless a pothole

Down on Memory Lane

Everything that happens to me now

Is consigned to oblivion by my brain

I remember my father, whoa

My brother of course

Remember my mother

Spoke of her earlier and I remember that

Remember the smell of cut grass

And going off to play ball in the morning

Funny story 'bout that

Now I used to pitch

I could get the ball over the plate

But anyway, this one time

I must've thrown a football round or something the day before

I walked about fourteen kids in a row

Cried, walked off the mound

Handed the ball to the third baseman

And just left the field

Anyway, many years later

I brought the woman who was to become my second wife

God bless her to meet my father for the first time

They exchanged pleasantries, I left the room for a moment

It was the first time he had met, you understand

When I came back, he was telling her the story

Right off the bat about how I walked fourteen kids

Cried and left the mound

Next time he met, told her the same goddamn story

God bless the potholes

Down on Memory Lane

God bless the potholes

Down on Memory Lane

Hope some real big ones open up

Take some of the memories that do remain