Some days come at you like fastballs;
you try hard, cannot catch up to them.
Swinging, missing, or life strikes calls;
if you connect, you’re filled with vim.

Perhaps you don’t understand baseball.
So many times it seems similar to life,
bored hours, then hit one over the wall.
Hit it three times in ten, lose your strife.

Any sport, you’ll miss more than you hit,
but never stop, practice and then repeat.
Quite unaware, you’ll get the hang of it.
Giving up, your dreams stay incomplete.

Yes, I know my analogy is weak, thin.
Anything, keep trying. create a chance.
Problem is if you give up, never being.
Play your life as a game, take a chance.

So, if you think I’m silly, not the first.
I believe my madness part of the show.
More fun to laugh than tsk, lips pursed.
Be happy; you will reap what you sow.