The gods place bets with loaded dice,
And all our earthly dreams betray,
But listen to one clown's advice,
Goodbye, cruel world; it’s opening day.
The politicians scrounge for power,
With consequences we shall pay.
But somewhere, it's our finest hour,
Goodbye, cruel world; it's opening day.
And all our earthly dreams betray,
But listen to one clown's advice,
Goodbye, cruel world; it’s opening day.
The politicians scrounge for power,
With consequences we shall pay.
But somewhere, it's our finest hour,
Goodbye, cruel world; it's opening day.
Our weary age is full of war,
The daily news brings dark dismay,
So surf the dreams worth living for,
Goodbye, cruel world; it’s opening day.
The daily news brings dark dismay,
So surf the dreams worth living for,
Goodbye, cruel world; it’s opening day.
-- el duque, 2008 --
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3 comments:
Wonderful! Thank you so much. Loved the poem and the photo of the old Stadium brought back many memories.
Let's Go Yankees!
Do you recall being that little boy once? Chevrolet recalls that Cobalt in the giant ad over little boys shoulder.
Remember what T. S. Eliot said about April in The Wasteland:
http://www.bartleby.com/201/1.html
Courage, Yankee fans!
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