Ode to a Softball Glove
One day on the softball field
Was all it took.
One look at the glove
Decided me.
I want to be a glove.
I want to be leather
Dressed up in black
Never looked so awesome.
Let me be black with pink stripes
And I guarantee, I’ll be your best friend on the field.
Yes, I’ll risk getting hit by the ball but at least I’ll catch it.
Just let me be a softball glove, hidden in your bat bag until practice time.
I’ll fall apart but, you can get another, it’s ok.
Let me be turned into something new.
Go on…..
I’m half glove
Already
One day on the softball field
Was all it took.
One look at the glove
Decided me.
I want to be a glove.
I want to be leather
Dressed up in black
Never looked so awesome.
Let me be black with pink stripes
And I guarantee, I’ll be your best friend on the field.
Yes, I’ll risk getting hit by the ball but at least I’ll catch it.
Just let me be a softball glove, hidden in your bat bag until practice time.
I’ll fall apart but, you can get another, it’s ok.
Let me be turned into something new.
Go on…..
I’m half glove
Already