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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 © | Year Posted 2005




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