I don’t like baseball ‘cause it is boring’;
I’d rather walk, or run, or just do nothing.
The game that thrills my friends just leaves me snoring;
Don’t tell me the score, and leave out the inning.
But once I met and old and cheerful soldier
Who walked his dog with the sweet-silver moon.
“Baseball,” he said “is like an ancient ledger
That keeps accounts of who we are in tune.”

“A teacher makes you learn your lessons well;
A mentor helps you pass the hardest test;
Though baseball will not teach you how to spell,
It teaches more of life than all the rest.
To play is to learn who you really are:
A singing and dreaming, love-bubbling star.”

– Mahiruha Klein.


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