The Game of Life
It was high tight;
the pitch tonight.
Almost swung;
but ducked instead.
A high curve,
I was not expecting.
Times like these;
it is easy to see the straight and narrow but hard to step on and go.
The shot was off;
Not the net nor the rim.
Air is all it caught;
something is not right.
Rushed the play;
didn't see the help.
Times like these;
it is easy to do what I want but not what is best.
Times like these;
I need the humility.
Times like these;
I need the crowd to cheer not jeer.
Times like these;
the game of life is a close call- I got to get it right.
the pitch tonight.
Almost swung;
but ducked instead.
A high curve,
I was not expecting.
Times like these;
it is easy to see the straight and narrow but hard to step on and go.
The shot was off;
Not the net nor the rim.
Air is all it caught;
something is not right.
Rushed the play;
didn't see the help.
Times like these;
it is easy to do what I want but not what is best.
Times like these;
I need the humility.
Times like these;
I need the crowd to cheer not jeer.
Times like these;
the game of life is a close call- I got to get it right.
posted by Al, Liz, Oak and Isla Carter at 11:59 AM
2 Comments:
Al & Liz,
are these your own poems? if, so I am really impressed. If, not I still really like them alot. I am the most non-poetically minded person ever. Anyway, I liked them
Josh
Yes, these are all original. Thank you for your comment. Enjoy your day.
Peace
Al
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