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John F McCullagh
Poems
Feb 2021
Never Turn the Paige
I wasn’t sure how old he was,
I don’t think even he knew.
Age never seemed to matter much
On the days that Satchel threw.
He always had a ready smile
Especially up there on the mound.
And I’m sure he had more pitches
Than I had fingers to put down.
With time his fastball had slowed a bit
But it never seemed to matter.
He’d just reach into his bag of tricks
To strike out another batter.
He didn’t have an ounce of fat;
He was sinewy and lean.
He might have been a grandpa
But he could still pitch for my team.
Old father Time stepped up to the plate
In a match anticipated
Well you can check the box score, friend.
Time left ticked off and deflated.
" How old would you be if you didn't know how old you were?"- Satchel Paige
Written by
John F McCullagh
63/M/NY
(63/M/NY)
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