by Tony Gomes

Created on: June 07, 2010

The world is a fast pitching ball

Coming at me troubled speed

Will I foul up, miss or strike out?

Give it or take perhaps I’ll walk

As spectacles are made in primetime of my time

Dealing with misleading premises of the umpire

Leave to choice only by fraction of time

Home I run as I hit and strike back

Beyond the just necessaries callings

Seldom have I grudged about

When my time is up

Up I shall set then

The direction of my own world

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