My baseball dream
Died when I was 12…
Over exuberance
To make the team
Cost me my pitching arm…
Much later, watching
My grandson at the same age
I had high hopes…
But we are not the same
And despite his talent
His interest waned…
He made his choice
But his choice wouldn’t
Have been mine

© 2016 Robert Mihaly

WRITERS WRITE prompt for 9/12/16: TWELVE

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