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Playin' Nine.
By daiglepoems
If I could live my life again,
I'd hang on to the dream.
I'd
sport the trophy wife and win
on a big league baseball team.
A limelight laden superstar.
"Garson! Dom Perignon".
A find
Italian hand-made car.
Aboard my yacht I'd own
all seven
of the seven seas.
An eighth would be required.
I'd have sportswriters
on their knees.
My number'd be retired.
The fans would
all remember me.
"You;re the guy who made that plaly!
"Man, you
singlehandedly
won game three that day."
For kids I'd sign
an autograph
or give a ball away.
Wave back to the crowd and
laugh.
But that's just not the way
things turned out for
me and mine.
I threw it all away.
And now...
instead of
playin' nine,
I'm doin' time today.
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Copyright 2012 daiglepoems
Published on Tuesday, April 3, 2012.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
this one brings tears to my eyes.Comments on "Playin' Nine."
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On Tuesday, April 3, 2012, dwells
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wrote:
The road not taken and the dues not paid, wishing for a Mulligan, but never comes again that day. Cheers to you, thanks.
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On Tuesday, April 3, 2012, daiglepoems
(95) wrote:
Is there a man, or woman, who has not thought the same thing at one time or another?
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