Monday Musings: My Coach

Today being the first work day after the Big Game here in the US, I have reworked one of my old, somewhat humorous poems about coaching. Maybe something to ponder.  Wishing you a wonderful week, Tiny

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You are my coach.

Everyone has a coach. One cannot get ahead otherwise. You will tell me what to do. Give me a plan for life. The steps and turns. Straightforward and easy. One, two, three. I can use a plan.

Instead you ask me what I want in life. I say everything. Like everyone else. You say, that means nothing.

You are my coach.

Everyone with everything has a coach. One cannot have everything otherwise. Now give me a usable plan for life. The moves and spins. Effortless and clear. One, two, three. I can follow a plan.

Instead you ask me what I want to have. I say I want  it all. Like everyone else. You say, that means having nothing.

You are my coach.

Everyone who is somebody has a coach. One cannot reach the top otherwise. Now give me a usable and complete plan for life. The dos and don’ts. Plain and simple. One, two, three. I can execute a plan.

Instead you ask me what I want to be. I say l want to be somebody. Like everyone else. You say, that means being nobody.

You were my coach.