Life is a baseball.
We have to feel it for a while before we can get a good grip.
Sometimes it's thrown at us too fast that we don't know how to react,
All we can do is take a swing at it,
And if we miss it, someone else is always there to catch it.
It can bring us pain if we're not prepared for it,
And even when we are ready for it,
If someone knows how to manipulate it more than we do,
We're left in the dust.
Sometimes we hit it too hard, that we wear off the stitching,
We lose the seams that the ball maker took so long to perfect.
I always hit it out of the park, though.
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