FIFTY THOUSAND MOONS

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

OK, take two...



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.

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.

3 comments:

John M said...

Baseball was not meant to be played when it's 40 degrees and windy. Or in November.

This is crazy.

joe de pastry said...

I can't remember ever feeling less enthusiastic about Yankees' Opening Day.
I found myself rooting for Toronto the past two days . Not because I care about Toronto, but because I want to be sure the Red Sux don't win the East, and I "know" the Yankees can't.

KD said...

November baseball was a freak occurrence due to 9/11. Jeter become Mr. November, Remember? Now we will have November baseball every year. MLB needs to fix this.