Trophy Shelf

[couchgrouch]

Trophy ShelfJuice glasses in the cupboardWilma n Fredtwo more trips to Arby'sbuys the whole setI moved those glassesgrabbed my fav'rite cuplet my butler Mr. Coffeefill it upmy mind began to wanderI shuffled in my densat that cup on a shelf, and let myselfsail away to way back whensaw the copper footballmy coach gave to mewhen I led the league in rushingin junior varsityI only took thirdthat time in motocrossbut that race won a stretcherfor the guy who lostyeah, my eyes got mistycos there's pieces of myselfposing from the paston my old trophy shelfI could barely carrythat first one from pee-wee leaguewiping the dust from my nameI still felt a little weakmy last one's five years oldI hit a fast pitch outta the parkmy boy said he didn't thinksoft balls could fly that farit was time that taught mewinning's not enoughgames are more, than just the scoreit's giving your all to what you lovea gold plated hockey puckthree silver bowling pinsplastic spud from a potato sack racegod, I ain't done that sinceback in my senior year'fore I took that fallthey said I'd have won the Heismanfor college ballyeah, my eyes got mistycos there's pieces of myselfposing from the paston my old trophy shelfmy son caught me lookin' at that shelfI said, "one means more than the restand that's the trophy I was starin' at"we stood there and both teared upwhen I said it was the coffee cuphe gave me that said "number one Dad"yeah, our eyes got mistythere was a piece of myselfposing from the paston my old trophy shelfcos life is more, than just the scoreit's giving your all to who you love(c)2005 Robert George