Bat Again

© 2017 by P Michael Biggs

Bat Again

I played baseball when I was nine.

I was pretty good … at times.

Sometimes I struck out.

Sometimes I hit a double.

And I got to bat again.

In one game, I got hit in the head.

I got to bat again.

In another I hit two homeruns.

I was a hero that night, and I

got to bat some more.

In other games of life

I made a few good plays

and I bobbled a few fly balls,

and life kept putting me up to bat.

And now I am old,

My muscles have lost their tone,

My joints are stiff.

Even two weeks ago my heart

almost stopped working.

I wondered if I would ever bat again.

My doctor said “Yes, if we do this and that,

And if you do those other things,

Yes, you can bat again.”

And so, I choose to bat gain.

I choose to eat differently,

Follow a regime,

Face the surgery

to repair the damage.

I want to bat again.

I have books to write,

blogs to post.

Podcasts to record,

and memories to make

with my wife ... trips to take,

 and family fun times.

I think I have about twenty

or thirty more Christmases

left in me.

I want to keep batting.

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