Friday, December 26, 2008
the boy of eighteen
who could do anything
he played on the piano
he captured photographs
what hearts desire and no one knows
and still he chose
to be betrothed
of a silly school
in midwest recluse
to struggle daily
for a game without mercy
he says it's the program
he says for education
but I know it's something different
he came here for love
of an incomprehensible game
and he won't tell me what
but something matters in that play
something grander than pitching balls
and swinging graceless bats
something worthwhile
something true
the boy who can do anything
found something with meaning
he's better than me
I flounder in the sea
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