I cannot tell you what's become
Of my lovers, lost to yesterday
Like those old collected baseball cards,
The 'rookies' became Hall of Famers
and their statistical accomplishments
are compared and commented upon
There are some, whose numbers should be retired
In great ceremonial pomp and circumstance,
in recognition of the outstanding
players they were...
And others, who should've been traded,
Cut loose, as free agents,
Long before their original contracts
were due to be renegotiated
LOL! ! ! I Love the wit and sarcasms of this one... Very well done my dear poet! Touché! ... a fabulous pen for the pure enjoyment of laughs and giggles! With a knowing and smiling wink I tip my at to this one! ; -)
Take some credit. You made men of at least some boys. Love your poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I've just started reading Boys of Summer, the classic by Roger Kahn, who talks about his times spent with the '50s Brooklyn Dodgers, very different than today's boys of summer, where millions swirl around them...nice write...