Habits..
Soft hand in a warm glove.
Sunlight shining and the day
is hot.
Sweat trickling down the brows
of those that can't get away
from the habit they have had for years.
Sounds of screams
fill the air.
Banging noises deafen those near by.
Seems it gets worse and worse.
When will this habit ever stop?
Off days............on
days.
Good days.................bad days.
Still the screams fill the air.
Watching as someone throws something.
Someone else misses it.
Someone seems to be running like
the devil himself is out to catch them.
Three waiting........ one up ready to strike.
Well one more miss and it's over.
Now screams
turn to boos on one side.
The other side goes wild.
The score of this habit is
6-0
Never figured out why baseball games
are so habit forming to some.
© 2006 Written By Sandra Gard