Old Coaches Poem

We're just old coaches you and I, Teaching those young guns to reach for the sky, Just old coaches you and me, Out in front for the crowd to see, and some of those watching weren't always so kind, But we're old coaches so we pay them no mind.

Yep just old coaches you and me, not real pretty not much to see, And our jobs real simple at least we're told, Take all those youngsters and make them bold, Make them champions every time, Do that coach and you're worth every dime, But those in the crowd don't really see, Why we're old coaches you and me.

The bonds of closeness you have with a team, They can't understand, they couldn't even dream, and taking that tiny freshman with anxious eyes, and watching him learn to reach for the skies, And then as a Senior with diploma in hand, He grins as he passes and you understand, You gave him the discipline and the ways to achieve, The ability to dream and the guts to believe.

And then as the years pass it happens again, An anxious looking freshman with a familiar nervous grin, "Oh Coach" he says, "I'm scared but I'll give it a try,"

"Hey and by the way coach, My Dad says be sure to say Hi."