My Life does not flow;
it starts and stops
and stutter steps
like a basketball player,
trying to reach the hoop;
like a running back
trying to shoot the gap;
like a batter swinging at a curve,
hoping all his effort
will get him what he deserves;
But referees irritate me,
they make the rules,
they have their way,
judging and determining outcomes
of a game they never played
and the maddening crowd
is just that ,
as they toss their hats
enjoy the game
in the end they play no part,
though their concern can be touching,
voices die in the wind
as they mill towards the exits
but they will be back tomorrow
to see if their favorite horse wins
if not, they'll toss their tickets
in the trash bin,
hoping to pick another winner...
How does one play Life's game
when so little is truly taught
and you're left at the plate
as the lights dim
and the stadium empties out.
Mighty Casey has struck out,
the crowd boos and the pundits shout;
is this what Life is all about,
proving yourself to those
who could not care less?
starting to believe
Life is a game of Solitaire;
what the next card is
we can only guess...
09-09-10
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