Not meant to be good,
Not meant to be great,
And it certainly wasn’t,
It was,
Clumsy and Corny…
And Horny…
If it was a race,
Neither of us were runners,
We were more like throwers for javelin or shot put,
Cause there was no finishing for us,
But we gave it a shot,
A good enough attempt to keep at it,
To one day be good or great at it,
One day be a runner in that race,
But hopefully not finish first of course,
So while its only value is being the “first”,
That’s good enough.