The old mans eyes grew misty
When he spoke of Mantle, Koufax,
and Mays
And he waxed poetic
About those "good old days".
Back a time ago
When the grass was real
And every ball park
Had it's own special feel.
You had rivalries
Like the Red Sox and Yankees
The roar of the crowd
Dirty uniforms and skinned knees.
He'd never heard of steroids
In his day it wasn't a part
Now what they've done to the game
Sadly it just breaks his heart.
Spoiled whinny millionaires
To him thats who's to blame
And turning it into a business
What was once a beautiful game.
But he still watches
And every once in a while
Some player will do something
remarkable
That will make the old man smile.
The sport has changed
Like life it'll never be the same
But the memories he'll keep alive
In the day when it was a game.
(c)2008 T. LaFountain