That Last Game You Played
At the time, you’ll let it come and go,
a memory not important, or so you’ll think it so.
As years go by and your thoughts wonder some,
of that day you spent, basking in the sun.
The faces will not seem so near,
nor the field and baselines clear.
But somehow in the quiet of your mind,
you’ll wish you had the time.
To be there once again,
with teammates and close friends.
Win, lose or draw,
of the memories that you saw.
To only go there again, back,
to the sights and sounds of the crack of the bat.
Somehow, youth and time seem endless then,
somehow, you thought you’d live forever, my friend.
But sometimes, somewhere, a reminder will say,
I remember this place, that game , my moves of style and grace.
That very special day,
of that last game, I played.