This one is for everyone in Mudville
and for Casey and his bat---
for all the unsung heroes here in Whoville
for each and every Hoosier with their torn and tethered hat
One miss, two miss, three miss, more---
saying all we did was paper toss
five miss, six miss, seven miss, sore
But---
"Will you still need me? Will you still feed me?"
Not when I'm elite
and not more
or when I'm bitter and sweet
But when I'm sixty-four?
It's really for the over achievers, who hit home runs, score last minute baskets, hit 9th inning two out home runs and in general make life exciting.
ReplyDeleteNow that poem has a lot of hidden meaning. Sorry to see the bulldogs go down. And a good lonely pic because it is lonely at the top.
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