Birthday in the Park

by Tony Puma

The years fly by like “line drives.”
The “K’s” still haunt me and
the “RBI’s” are few in this
bottom-of-the-seventh game.

I try hard to even the score
with my lovable nemesis, Nature,
by tying the game and
going for extra innings.

Oh, yeah, I am up there swinging
in this twilight game.
Going for the fences,
and when I round third
and get Home, I will jump on it
with both feet.

 


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