You can’t tell, you have to show and then let ’em learn on their own. A twentysomething son recalls and reflects on his father’s wisdom that he now appreciates. The metaphor is an overarching truism for the many twists and turns of becoming an adult. It’s often hard to accept when “shit happens” as well as hard to take in the good things we are blessed with. The father’s vision on raising children is golden.
Some You Win, Some You Lose Words and music by Lloyd Tosoff
Looking back, I still recall, My old man’s words said it all, It was the best advice I wish I’d heard, But the only way you can ever learn, Not to touch a stove, Is when your hand gets burned.
Some you win, Some you lose, When Lady Luck Comes passing through, Now don’t you blame the dealer, son, When you’re down, (Your luck is down) (When you’re down and out) And the time has come, (Just cut your losses) To pay your dues, (And pay the house) Some you win, Some you lose.
He said don’t say much, Hold back a little, Don’t play both sides against the middle, Keep your cards to your chest, With your back against the wall, Learn when to fold, When to hold, And when to call.
He said someday you’re gonna have yourself, A family of your own, Like seeds planted in the ground, You’re gonna watch your young ones grow, There’s nothing much you can ever say, To make ‘em change their mind, Just show ‘em that you love ‘em, And help them find their dreams, On whatever road they find.