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"LIFE"

A POEM BY JIM "MUDCAT" GRANT

Lifeislikeagameof baseball, WithLoveonthebench,
Youplayit everyday. You'veperfectionnoless.
It isn't just thebreaksyouget, Withawinningteam,
But thekindof gameyouplay. Andjoyandhappiness.

Sostopandlookyour wholeteamover, Your other teamisStrong,son,
Andyou'll finddedicationthere. Greed,Hatred,EnvyandDefeat.
You'reboundtobeawinner, Arefour stronginfielders,
Withmenwhoreallycare. You'll havetobucktomakeyour gamecomplete.

Your pitcher'snameisCourage, DeceitfulnessandamancalledWaste,
Youneedhiminthegame. Arealwaysplayinghard.
For FaithandTrust your keystonemen, SelfishnessandJealousy,
Thegrounderstheywill tame. Nonecanyoudisregard.

Your center fielder isveryfast, CarelessnessandFalsehood,
Thoughsmall andhardtosee. Arethebigboysinthepen.
Sowatchhim,son,whenhegets,theball. You'll havetoswinghard,son,
He'sOpportunity. Whenyoucomeuptothem.

Inleft fieldthere'sAmbition, There'sonemoremanyou'll havetowatch,
Never let himshirk. He'salwaysverynear.
For inright fieldthere'sahuskyman, He'sthepitcher onthat team,
I'mtoldhisnameisWork. AndI'mtoldhisnameisFear.

At first basethere'sReligion, Thisgamewill not beeasy,
He'sstoodthetest of time. There'll betrouble,there'll bestrife.
At thirdbasethere'sBrotherhood, Tomakethewinningruns,myboy,
Thestalwart of thenine. For thisgameisplayedonthefieldof life.

Your catcher'snameisHumor, Sostandbehindyour team,myboy,
He'simportant tothescheme. There'll bemanywho'll applaud.
For withHonor warminginthebull pen, Just remember that you'retheplayer,
Thegameisalwaysclean. AndtheumpirehereisGod.