Ball Boy by Chris Jones
I chase after my shadow in hopes of pouncing
Its direction changing with each passing hour
In pursuit of the reddest of red balls bouncing
As red as reddest rose the tenderest flower
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To what purpose I know you’re most surely asking
How foolish this boy I know it seems
Dreams of tag and dodgeball basking
Ear-to-ear my smile brightly gleams
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A child at heart I choose to savor
Otherwise old and boring I’d be
Easily at home with juvenile behavior
Young in my mind and heart you can see
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How simple it is a boy and his ball
A game for one or many to play
Toss up and catch or bounce off the wall
It doesn’t really matter, it’s fun either way
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Jem Farmer – The Boi Poet Monday ‘s Masterpiece 21 October Prompt
Dom DiFrancesco 
Stay young at heart :)
I try, it drives my wife crazy sometimes, but oh well, that’s me. :)
LOL – I bet she loves it though too.
Sometimes and then sometimes I just driver her crazy. :)
Chasing shadows – harbinger of life – remain young, more fun chasing balls
Absolutely, I think you have to have fun at every age, that’s what keeps you young at heart. Life’s too short not to have fun.
Long may you stay in touch with your inner child!
I certainly hope so, its too fun not to act childish sometimes. :)
I love where you have taken this one Dom, beautifully done. A boy and his ball – oh those the days before computers invaded everything
Thank you Jem, I was so much simpler before all of this technology, but I guess we won’t be seeing any less of it anytime soon. This was a fun one to write, thank you for the prompt I really enjoy writing from them.
I do not even know how I ended up here, but I thought this post was great.
I don’t know who you are but certainly you’re going to a famous blogger if you aren’t already ;)
Cheers!