Shadows are taller
run-ups are smaller
throws don't go any far
morale is lower
bat moves slower
no more can hit a sixer.
Muscles aren't sturdy
movement is tardy
lethargic feet hardly run
only lean patches
missed easy catches
nobody says well done.
Can't see it clear
from daze of fear
fumbles my unsteady bat
the opponents dance
they don't miss a chance
the field shouts how's that!
I have a feeling
this body ain't willing
to run on the green anymore
yet the ****** mind
still hopes to find
one last three figure score.
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 10:02 AM UTC
Shadows are taller
run-ups are smaller
throws don't go any far
morale is lower
bat moves slower
no more can hit a sixer.
Muscles aren't sturdy
movement is tardy
lethargic feet hardly run
only lean patches
missed easy catches
nobody says well done.
Can't see it clear
from daze of fear
fumbles my unsteady bat
the opponents dance
they don't miss a chance
the field shouts how's that!
I have a feeling
this body ain't willing
to run on the green anymore
yet the ****** mind
still hopes to find
one last three figure score.
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