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Vera Sidhwa


Baseball - A Game


That baseball, almost hit his head,
But the game went on unheeded.
It almost chopped-off his head,
It gave this game a zing it needed.


The baseball, hit by the young girl,
Whirled around to base two.
The running and the shouting of the team,
How the enthusiasism flew.

Now those balls and bats,
And bases and homeruns,
Seemed fun in a game these,
Boys and girls played,

Yet, one young girl,
Wondered why her hits were strong,
But her pitches were only wishes.
Realized that nature would never allow,


All her wishes and wants,
Because a game like baseball,
The game of life,
Taught her skills,
Almost for life drills,


That every talent would never be granted,
Even if it was greatly wanted.

Submitted: Saturday, January 19, 2013
Edited: Saturday, January 19, 2013

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