Phillies Sweep Mets

by Jeffrey Felshman

All things slip away:
Family, friends, youth,
Beauty, love, truth,
The tide on a late summer day;
Status, position, power,
Money, security, home,
The best of intentions and least;
Strength, memory, reason,
Happiness, loneliness, life,
A seven-game lead in the National League East.

Posted 9/6/07, a week late to let the pain subside. 


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