randomWalks

Remember just two months ago

Before the ice, before the snow,

When men still trod the verdant plains

And all our lives were baseball games?

Gone they are without much trace

An empty void, a hole in space

Here in my soul, here in my heart,

Torn from me, my better part

Now Christmas comes, a brief respite

From anguished nights of missing it

And I am asked "What sort of gift?

Could ever make your spirits lift?"

So, here is that which I most want:

Eliminate the next two months.

Make it so that Jan and Feb

From the calendar fore'er ebb

So when I awake on New Year's Day

Make the news that comes my way

Read like an order thus exhorting:

"Pitchers, catchers now reporting."

Make that no. 13. happy new year... love,