Game of life throws you strike outs.
Yet we keep coming back to the plate.
For the outcome of the play is non existent.
Must strive for excellence. Perfectionism. The mind is telling us you must.
With the uncertainty you step up. In a split second make a decision that will change your life forever.
Come back at life with a curve ball and smack life right between the eyes.
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Author:
Valerie Wilson (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: In my childhood I thought I had to be perfect at everything I did in all that I achieved. I now know this is so not the case!
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(a wonderful write
thanks for sharing
and inspiring
my own little scribbled reply)
for nine innings, back
up at the plate
we stand ready, if we be lucky
maybe we get walked
once in a while
but more likely, we're granted a shot
to bunt or steal a little happiness
and we watch, us others
fail to progress, past their fated innings
knowing, we too
probably won't last the full nine either
let alone any extra
so, best
to soak-up each gruelling minute
at this our only guaranteed, chance
of experiencing life
I love the words you came back at saying granted a shot to bunt or steal a little happiness. Like what is true happiness?
a state of mind I imagine
like sleep or anxiety
it grips us: complete
and releases us, just as flippantly
or that's my '2 cents' theory, at least
lol
I so understand that! Depends on what side of the bed you are waking up on. I do believe you can start your day over at anytime!
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