Grand Slam The World Series starts tonight! In your own life, what would be the equivalent of a walk-off home run? (For the baseball-averse, that’s a last-minute, back-against-the-wall play that guarantees a dramatic victory.)
Home run of my life, what could it be?
A smooth walk into the sunset, maybe?
A wonderful break for my son as his own sun rises?
Everything that my lil daughter dreams and prizes?
A happy home with the wind beneath my wings
As he, preparing to hang up boots with it brings
A change of scene, a change of pace, a change of place
May we find in this new venture, our very own space.
For me, a home run would be all of the above
A home n hearth so full of everlasting love
And may my own hands be blessed to serve,
Old in age, but young at heart, mind and verve
For the rest of my life till I can see no more
And my hands are still and can work no more.