Worthless or Priceless?
It was the best cherry-cola that I ever had.
It’s the aftertaste now that’s incredibly bad.
It was 1953, at the corner Five and Dime.
I still think it might have been some sort of crime.
I had saved enough money from mowing some yards,
to buy one more pack of Topps Baseball Cards.
As I peeled back the wrapper, anticipation grew,
hoping to find an all-star, maybe two.
But, treasure doesn’t always appear like one thinks.
“Nothing” I yelled out, “This totally stinks.”
Some rookie named Mantle was all that I found.
“Fat chance of him ever sticking around.”
My buddy there with me was a big Yankees fan,
a sucker, I thought, for my ingenious plan.
With considerable effort, I convinced him to swap,
my “worthless” card for his “priceless” pop.
The bottle’s still worth a nickel at the store,
The “Mick”? I’d guess, just a little bit more.
It sits on my shelf, like a trophy I earned,
A reminder to me of a lesson once learned.
Note: The 1952 Rookie Mickey Mantle card has been
valued at over $50,000 by some price guides. – Wow!
I have lots of old baseball cards I collected as a kid, but
not this one. I wrote this as I watched an old-timer tell
a shop-owner about one that “got-away.”
Copyright © Kevin Pace | Year Posted 2010
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