As a child
who loved to run around,
But, afraid
to sit by himself on the merry-go-round,
You inspired
him to maintain his ground, and
With the bat
and ball a passion he found.
Twirls,
poses and appeals abound,
Whether
awake, eating, in his dreams or any place he could bound (to),
Such was
your grip on his lil’ heart,
That he
would wake up with a start,
Every time
the television played a Boost commercial or displayed a score card.
To him it
has now become second nature,
To watch,
read or collect things wherein you feature,
You, his God
and, he, your humble creature.
So, when you
broke this news to the world,
All his
heart could do was pound....
Deep thuds
and missing beats,
For you have
been to him all good things INFINITE!!!!
P.S. : To be continued....
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