Baseball game: A lazy Sunday summer poem
Updated: 4 days ago
Sitting here with fam'ly round
We watch the game and cheer the sound
Relaxing joy to chat and see
Th' purpose of eternity
What? Baseball? Existential bliss?
That's true when our teams winning
Makes us forget that work awaits
Our price for lives of sinning
But oh today. Yes oh right now.
We're up by seven runs
There's only one more inning to go
This certainly is fun.
I know we're remiss
For not being serious
How dare we watch a game
When all the world is goin' to pot
Believe me we have not forgot
That so many are those that just have not
But for this break we've sincerely fought
That all may share with all the lot
Don't pound to dust
En-joy-ment is an essential must
Everything in its time
T'every thing there's a season
Right now our team is winning one
A simple, childlike reason
For resting "little grey cells"
And smiling that we may
Rest because God told us to
Remember it is Sunday.