"changeup" poems
A good fastball
is not achieved
without a good
changeup. That
is to say that one
must feel the circle
within his stretched
hands and gently
unravel her laces
with your fingertips;
before you simply
jam it up inside of
the zone as fast as
you can.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 1:21 AM UTC
A kind word and an autograph
were the sort of things he did..
He always had a winning smile
The man we called “the kid”.
In Victory; magnanimous,.
In defeat: A stand up guy.
He was the newsman’s hero
with deadlines looming nigh.
With his Mets down two games to nil
and a must win game to play.
He drove the ball to Lansdowne Street
and showed his team the way.
He hated making the “last out”-
In game six he never did.
His single brought us to our feet
The man we called “the kid.”
Now the opposing pitcher, Death,
has slipped a changeup by.
That Gary went down swinging
will cause grown men to cry.
But somewhere, in some little league,
There’s a kid with curly hair.
Who loves the game like Gary did,
He’s the answer to our prayer.
He’ll play the game the right way,
just like Gary always did.
Then, when he smiles, we’ll think about
The man we called “the Kid”.
Feb 16, 2012
Feb 16, 2012 at 7:43 PM UTC