Lost Chances
by
Larry Bryan
Bottom of the ninth,
You're up at bat.
You look around to see
Just where you're at.
You remember your childhood
Your days in the sun
The kids said come play
It's sure to be fun.
But you had yhour books,
They let your mind run.
You didn't need others.
Pitch. Swing. Strike One.
Then there was the girl
For whom you would do
Anything, had she spent
Just a short time with you.
But you never told her,
And she never knew.
Anyway, she couldn't love you,
Or could she?
Strike Two.
The visions keep coming
Of a life filled with doubt.
And you realize your folly
As the ball comes about,
And you miss,
"Just once more!"
You plead with a shout.
But nobody hears you.
Strike Three.
You're out.
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