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written for the poem per day challenge, March 15th, 2005 |
| I look Through my book And find names of those Who have played the game too And then left To retire, and light New fires, And find new desires So many sweet memories Of dear old friends, It’s sad to lose track of them Once their career ends I wonder if that will happen to me? I guess I will just have to wait and see. Until then I look in my book And savour the happy memories. Written for the poem per day challenge, March 15th, 2005 |