Child of Ebbets Field

I’m from the shadow of Ebbets Field
A Brooklyn kid
a diamond in the rough
From a family
long on intellect
yet short on table manners
I roam the pock-marked streets
on roller skates and bicycles
I ride the subways
filled with grime
the crazies laughing to themselves
I sled the snowy hills of Prospect Park
I close my eyes
to dream of movie stars
And comic books
My heart is broken every week
But I bounce back
so young and strong
So full of hope
My whole life lies in front of me
an open page
an open book
I can not wait to read that book

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