by Raphael Badagliacca
I wondered how
My playing days
Would end
A line drive to the head
A broken leg sliding in.
What reason would there be
For no next season?
What blaze of glory
Would spell my fate?
Some things you can’t
Anticipate.
I wondered how
My playing days
Would end
A line drive to the head
A broken leg sliding in.
What reason would there be
For no next season?
What blaze of glory
Would spell my fate?
Some things you can’t
Anticipate.