Hit For Six
It was mid-summer,
evening league cricket.
Fifty years fade from view
they’ve labelled it
Twenty-Twenty and think
of it as something new.
We batted first,and scored
a few;I placed my bat
in the crease.A bowler
more than a batsman,
I took guard.
Giving it a clout, to leg,
a richoctet split my
top lip and smashed
two front teeth so I
quickly retired,not out
Twenty-four hours passes
my lip stitched, two crooked
teeth removed from sore
gums, learning as well,
we lost by five runs.
With a few weeks a plate
fitted with two new teeth.
Each night now I smile;
sometimes one split second
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