The innings....
there are many different innings,
That we go through in life,
Different phases,
We start out in the little leagues,
Just kids having fun,
Friends,
It's just a game,
Nothing matters,
It's the minors,
The things that happen here,
Will shape us and mold us,
To become what we are,
Then we get a little more serious,
We enter the real world,
Not knowing what to expect,
Unexperienced,
But we're in the big leagues now,
We have to play the majors,
We all strike out,
Every once an in a while,
More often than not,
But every now and then
We get a home run,
We score big,
And are congratulated...
Perhaps more than we deserve,
And when we become too sure of ourselves,
We will strike out again.
Like in baseball,
You have a team,
And the whole team must work together,
Make a commitment,
In order to suceed,
You must trust your teammates,
In order to win.
We may not always make it,
To the World Series,
But we tried,
We gave it our best effort,
Eventually we will retire,
There were many hard games,
Difficult times,
And there were good times, too,
We learned so much,
We strived to make it worthwhile,
To make it a good game,
As I am a huge baseball fan, I loved your poem.It is so very well put together and has a wonderful flow to it.Great work!
kentuckyblue
this poem was awesome, man. i really like your comparisons... so true