I do

Sometimes I feel like I could throw a baseball

a hundred miles an hour, standing in the kitchen

with a lemon in my hand.

But I can’t.

Sometimes, I think that I could throw a football

the length of a football field standing in front of

the refrigerator with a head of cabbage in my hand.

But I can’t.

Sometimes I feel like I could strip an engine

while watching cars race around an oval on the tv.

But I can’t.

Sometimes I feel like I could write a best-selling book.

But I haven’t.

Sometimes I feel like I could teach the world to sing

and that song would be one of peace and love but I can’t

get the world to sing anything.

Mostly I feel like I can love my family and friends and I do.