Shakespearean Baseball Sonnet #22, a sonnet by Michael Ceraolo at Spillwords.com

Shakespearean Baseball Sonnet #22

Shakespearean Baseball Sonnet #22

written by: Michael Ceraolo

 

The glass shall not persuade me I am old.
But when I begin to miss the fastball,
Even when no Time’s furrows I behold,
The end of my career has come to call.
For all the honors that have covered me
Are but a memory when it’s time to part.
Living in record books for all to see,
Though sometimes disguised in a fancy chart,
It shows me a solid professional;
Mostly I played to my ability.
(This poem is not a confessional
Of those times when I lacked facility).
Overall I hope I gave fans pleasure,
What the game gave me in equal measure.

Michael Ceraolo

Michael Ceraolo

Michael Ceraolo is a retired firefighter/paramedic and active poet with two full-length books of poetry published (Euclid Creek, from Deep Cleveland Press; 500 Cleveland Haiku, from Writing Knights Press), and he has two more books in the publication pipeline: Euclid Creek Book Two, from unbound content press; and Lawyers, Guns, and Money, from Writing Knights Press.
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