Sporting a Poetic Maturing Message
People always tell me that
What to do with my bat
After practicing a bit
I will try to make a hit
Avoiding the opponent's mitt
Through the infield
The rawhide peels
And I run the bases as part of the deal
People always tell me that
I cry like a little brat
When I do not get what I need
To hit the ball with such a degree
And start complaining when I charge a fee
For our fans to see
This spectacle created using lumber from a tree
People always tell me that
I look good wearing this hat
An innocent cap
Waiting to get the ‘you're in’ tap
Replace someone
When their day is done
Playing this diamond game
That could find fame
It takes nine or more innings
To collect the winnings
A day spent in the afternoon sun
Waiting to announce who had won
People always tell me that
Like luring cheese to a gullible rat
What was that?!
What did you say?!
About this thing called pay
I mean I know I should like it one way
But I do contribute
Wearing this uniform suit
With a number on the back
Noting who I am and that is a fact
Using a bat
Taking a whack
Then running on the dirty track
Off to the races
Around bases
Stimulated when fans have smiles on their faces
It all started after what my father told me
Over that go for the green tee
You must make par
Sending the ball sometimes far
Trying to sink it in a hole
That has a flag on its pole
Gallery greets you with a scream
Like you are in a dream
Debating are you alone or on a team
An issue worth the bicker
Wanting to be a victor
That is what I have been told
Peaceful competition that is not cold
Death does not come to the one who folds
Instead, another day to play on the ground
Recreational conversations are the sound
Pitching ideas on the mound
Reaching a catcher, with the ball stitched and round
Let us not be concerned with trivial things
Enjoy sport and all the maturity it brings
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