Another Year Alone (or What Happened?)

The game is close

The teams are ready

Fans are excited

especially the folks on the tele

I sit alone

Little tears in my eyes

My team fell apart

At just the wrong time

So this year I watch

Like many before

Not really caring who wins

Just hoping for a close score

 

So I picked up a modern poetry book and read a few. Then I read the preface about who the guy was. Turns out he was a business man who for whatever reason started to write. Kinda cool. I had a Christmas/Holiday book of poems I found at an estate. It was signed by the author, which is probably what led me to buy it. I keep forgetting to read it at Christmas. I won't read it out of season - strange but that is just me. I had a copy of Skipping Christmas for a few years before I remembered to read it a year or two ago.