Sunday, February 10, 2008

Sixer

It would be six runs
When the ball was found
In the back yard cemetry

Every day,one among us
Would beat death to it's grave
And return with the ball

Today he went and never returned
He was not one of us.

1 comment:

Prometheous said...

Hmmm.... intresting... Is it about a friend whom you lost?