The time of another precious day.

I still bitch about things

mostly in my mind these days

like about the time my son sat on the bench

a lot while a number of coaches’ sons

and a daughter played.

Like about the time the cop called me

off of a private lawn to bust me

for public consumption of a single beer.

Like about the time I spun donuts in the parking lot

and got busted for my only dui.

Sometimes, I blame you. Sometimes, I blame me

but all I do is waste the time of another precious day.