The Game Is The Same Poem by Alfred Ramos

The Game Is The Same



The boy was having fun
Riding his bike in and out of the sun
Up and down the street
The Autumn wind so sweet
If he was old enough for a Motorbike
He wouldn't have to use the baseball cards his brothers like
To make that loud varoom sound
As his front wheel leaves the ground
From the porch a yell catches him off-guard
Hey Mickey, have you seen my DiMaggio Rookie Card

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brendan O'Neill 24 December 2007

wonderful. i love how you seem to encompass a paramount part of childhood with a few sentences.

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Alfred Ramos

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