The Game of Life

Hey all.
I am starting a blog, and couldn't think of what to start it with, so I decided to start it with a poem that I wrote. It's about baseball, and I call it "the game of life." let me know what you think of it, if you will.

The Game of Life
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The twirler goes into his windup
And then he throws the pitch
SMACK the Batter shoots out of the box
Gets off without a glitch

Bases full, runners already there
The Hitter follows in their lines
Coaches at every turn and corner
Leading Him with their signs

Rounding first and gaining speed
Being careful to stay the route
For if he leaves the mark-ed path
The ump will call him out

The outfielder fumbles with the ball
Allowing the Runner to advance
It hadn't seemed like he would score
But fate now gave Him a second chance

The Runner's eyes blaze with fire
As he stretches two into three
He begins to get a little winded
But strong and steady stays he

The crowd roars with excitement
And urges the runner on
He approaches the final leg of His trip
no stopping now, he's almost done

It's been a long hard road, this diamond path
And the Runner's legs feel flimsy and frail
But He has been training many years for this
And knows that they will not fail

His goal, home plate, is in His sight
He's almost back where he began
A few more feet and He'll cross home plate
To join those who before Him ran

The throw to home was coming strong
And our Fellow was forced to slide
The fans stormed the field, screaming with joy
And He lay on his back with them all at His side

The crowd dispersed, the game was over
Victory went to the home nine
All that remained were the Runner and His squad
His heartbeat went into slow decline

He thought about his hectic trip
And what He had achieved
He overcame all obstacles
Pushed by the many who believed

Six teammates helped Him to his feet
And down the dugout stair
The stadium now was calm and peaceful
Not a whisper broke the air

Into the clubhouse they trundled slowly
Reflecting on the magnificent run
The sun was slowly setting over left field
And the Game of Life was done.

And the Game of Life was won.