BASEBALL CARDS
As a boy, I collected baseball cards,
Buying them in packs with flat, card-sized bubblegum,
Trading them with other boys in the neighborhood.
I should have been Cincinnati Reds fan,
But I really liked the Milwaukee Braves,
With Hank Aaron, Wes Covington, Ed Mathews, Lou Burdette. . .
I wanted to play Major League Baseball when I grew up,
Didn’t get much encouragement from my parents,
Oh, well, I probably wouldn’t have even made it in the Minors.
My baseball cards, along with my comic books, ended up in the attic,
As I headed off to college my freshman year,
Returning to find that my parents had gotten rid of them all: Hank, Wes, Ed, Lou, Superman, Archie, G.I. Joe. . .
Oh, well, I hope somebody made some money off of them.
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I love this poem. You captured the joy to be found in those packs. Thank you for this.