Am I the man you wanted to become In all your wildest dreams at break of day When world was green and summer still to come, The ball in hand and everything to play? Time was when hopes were high and every hit A winner bound for glory. Only I Can see that curve-ball coming in a bit To leave you thrashing empty air and sky. I cannot climb like Alice through the glass To show you how to laugh away your tears - This one-way mirror lets no signal pass To tell you I'm the stronger for your fears. Alone you'll keep a vigil through the night To stand with me this morning in the light.
Inspired by the photograph above I started to write this sonnet but struggled with it until this morning when by chance a facebook friend posted the magical clip below. I’d seen it before but forgotten it.
Serendipity*, you might say, but how could I not finish the poem after seeing it again?
*If you want to read my earlier post on Serendipity, please click on the link in this sentence.