~I Could Be A Yankee’s Fan~
I will never again have a first date
or be filled with hope and worry.
I will never again have first times
or visit passions’ insatiable fury.
I will never have to pick a best man
or choose between any of my friends.
I will never have one last night
or see the beginning of this end.
I will never be at our shower
or write thank you notes to our guests.
I will never get a chance to practice
or wear a different color vest.
I will never say or hear “I Do”
or be dampened by bursting bubbles.
I will never be toasted with wine
or be introduced as a couple.
I will never have that first dance
or spotlight my unbreakable mother.
I will never shake my father’s hand as a husband
or give another sister to my brothers.
I will never have a honeymoon
or stay in bed from sun down to sun down.
I will never have an anniversary
or have to remember what gift to give now.
I will never give my father another smile
or another chance to carry on his name.
I will never have a chance to give my mother a girl
or probably another of the same.
I will never be called a father
or see our creation grow.
I will never have those words of wisdom
that all the friends would know.
I will always be lonely
but there are worse things for a man.
I will always keep going forward
because at least I’m not a Yankee’s fan.
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