The 9th Inning poem – Ygor Noblott poems | Poetry Monster

The end is near,
The struggle clear,
His daunting glare,
An old man’s symbolism,
gut churning.

Calm down, relax,
Your team is anxious.

The count is full,
The stadium is full.
One last time for the year…

Step up,
Look up,
Grip tight,
Lean to the right —

BLAP!

There it is,
I’ve done it,
Well done,
The trophy we have won.