Softball


Standing there waiting,
Loaded like a gun ready to be fired,
Swinging with all your heart,
Hoping that it goes over,
Fans cheering and screaming your name,
Feel like your picture is in the hall of fame,
Rounding first, no second and wait straight to third,
You're going so fast you feel like a bird,
Then you know it's coming,
You're sent home,
The run that wins the game,
And we all go home.

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