I hit the ball
clear across the field
And boy, did I run.
I ran so fast
but I kept looking over my shoulder
And you reached for the ball.
You almost caught it
but it hit the turf with a dull
Thud.
I made it to the next base,
you picked up the ball
And casually tossed it.
Whizzing above my head,
it passed me
And now
I
am
out.
Author notes
This is part two, a response to a poem I wrote about love and a particular relationship earlier.
What did you think?
Comments
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All for the love of the game. Excellent expression.
Thank you for sharing.

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I like both of them
I like both of these poems and can understand how you feel , like the base ball analogy you extended it well



