I’m just a little
Freckle-faced girl
Who wears a scar
From a crazy home-base slide.
Who loves that scar
Because she played with all her heart
To get it.
You, you threw the ball
That put me there; pushed me there
Where I met me
Now I proudly wear
A jersey spun of sun and dust and grins
And though I've never played it
Without the pain
Without the pain
It's always been love
That wins the game.
Great stuff!!
ReplyDeleteLife lesson - beautifully expressed.
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