The Backyard
The backyard used to be
of many different things:
It was the baseball field
where I hit the homerun
to win the World Series.
It was the football field
where I ran in the winning
touchdown in the Super Bowl.
It was the wrestling ring
where I would battle in
WrestleMania’s main event.
But nowadays, the backyard’s
nothing more than a reminder
of unfulfilled dreams!
poem by Michael Fischer
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