The Storied Swing That Made Him King
The former MVP pawned his very last ring
like the others, it had begun to sting
Bittersweet memories of his storied swing
that for a decade had made him King
He'd hit home runs in every park
high-arcing 'rainbows' his pet trademark
Now resting quietly in a subway dark
he rattles his cup, his rags pock-marked
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2023
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