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Those Old Pair of Spikes

Updated on October 3, 2015

Foreword

The time had come. To hang up those old pair of spikes. Having a career this long was a miracle in and of itself. A grown man playing a game. Getting to wear a uniform, a baseball cap, and those old pair of spikes. Sometimes the grass is greener on the other side. The other side of the fence that is. Because with the warm sun on your neck, and the crowd cheering encouragement, you can never say that it isn't a miracle. Just to have the chance to play with those teammates. Develop those bonds. That is a miracle. Having the opportunity to give back to the community and help those around me. That is what made me stay even when my family wanted me home more. The ability to meet amazing people around the world, and still I will always look at those old pair of spikes. They are what brought me here. They are what I stood on while everyone said "no".

Poem

The ballpark was filled to capacity,

the players had already started warming.

The umpires start exchanging pleasantries,

while the organist started performing.

The coaches huddled up, making plans for the game,

as the pitcher thinks about throwing strikes.

But this is the final game for one of those guys,

it's time to hang up those old pair of spikes.

The love for the game's undeniable,

for those that can bring it inside.

The smell of the grass, the shout of "play ball",

it's where dreams and reality collide.

But just like a story, careers come to an end,

it's the part that nobody likes.

I wish I could go back, to the very first day,

I slipped on those old pair of spikes.

The laces are now torn, the metals worn down,

the left toe shows through the side.

But the trips that were traveled down memory lane,

boy it was a heck of a ride.

Now what do I do? I can no longer perform,

as I step toward the podium filled with mikes.

"The pleasure was all mine, thanks for all the support",

now I'll hang up those old pair of spikes.

I'll leave with a smile, a wave of my cap,

and a thanks to all I love.

But a special thanks to my mom and dad,

who purchased my first glove.

I will let some time pass, but I will be back,

to teach the youth what I have learned.

It's the synergy that lies within the world of baseball,

and now my old pair of spikes have returned.

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      B Brian Hill 2 years ago

      I think that we share the love of baseball! I really liked the overlapping meanings here of life, and ending becoming a beginning, the value of something worn. Great stuff! Play Ball!

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