Days of Old
Another day was spent,
Another day was earned.
Another day was lent,
Another day was burned.
Moments that were crossed,
Moments that were paved.
Moments that were tossed,
Moments that were saved.
Loss of my step,
Loss of my stride.
Loss of my pep,
Loss of my pride.
Closer to the ground,
Closer to the wind.
Closer to the mound,
Closer to the end.
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2022
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