glory days

i understand

the childlike enthusiasm

for games, men

being boys for as long

as they can.

bats and balls, gloves

and uniforms.

glory days, extended

into the dying

light.

bouncing the ball,

running

on busted knees,

spent tendons.

one more game, just

more shot,

one more chance

at winning, or even

losing,

is all we want.