Jack 49
Everyone will turn older
And your up to bat
Bases are all loaded
As the crowd roars Jack
3 balls, 2 strikes
and 49 on his back
Final game, final inning
And still down by two
The coach gives the signal,
You know what to do
Oh great, should he walk,
with a run guaranteed
He turns to the bench,
And what does he see
A trio of 30, 40, and a 60
Then he mumbles out loud,
no help from those three
The 30’s a rookie,
still wet behind the ears
The 40 hasn’t changed,
since his teenager years
The 60 has claimed,
she’s Queen of the hill-
Permanently perched at 45
throughout her golden years
So, it’s all up to him,
He must save the day-
The heck with 50 he says,
it’ll be a grand slam today !
Copyright © Roxann Schumacher | Year Posted 2005
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