Below is the poem entitled Success Is Fleeting which was written by poet
Pettit. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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The fact this pitcher was great nobody could deny.
He could take the baseball and throw it right on by.
His pitches usually blazed through the strike zone.
Frustrated hitters usually returned to the dugout with a groan.
Time marches on, and we can’t live during yesterday.
With age, skill and prowess just deteriorate away.
He soon learns he is not the same player today.
This pitcher discovers some difficulty in winning.
Opposing hitters knock in runs during an early inning.
The manager pops out of the dugout and takes the ball.
Time to bring in a reliever. For today, that will be all.