Writing piece 2
04/27/2020
Baseball
Stuck in my room
thinking about what this season could have been
this was the year
the year would become the player I always wanted to be
the year I would finally hit
finally be among the best fielders on the team
but no
it was all taken away from me
taken away from everybody
no spring sports
no teams
no hanging out with friends
only staying inside
You capture it all. And this great poem baseball becomes a metaphor for our collective lives. When I was your age, I lived to play baseball.
Posted by: Fitz... | 04/27/2020 at 07:42 PM