Dreams of Diamonds

Dreaming the dream is what I still like to do.
Relive the days that have gone by so long ago.
Wondering now if I could’ve been what I dreamt.

It is a dream that has never died way down inside.
Still clinging to the child that lives within me.
Hoping for one last hurrah.

Just one time out in the sun.
One more time to run.
One more time, just dreaming of one more time.

Dreams of diamonds are forever.
Yes, a boy’s diamonds last forever.
Dream the dream that never dies.

Just one more time between the lines.
One more time playing the game.
One more time, just one more time.

Swinging that bat as the ball comes hurtling towards me.
Feeling the power of the swing and then ball meeting the bat.
Hearing the crack as the ball soars in the air.

Running as fast as I can to first base and then towards second.
Diving head first and feeling the dirt slide between my fingers.
Touching the base just ahead of the glove that now holds the ball.

Feeling the rush of making it there.
Now out of breath but full of pride.
Now just hoping the next guy gives it a ride!!

Taking a lead and watching the game around me.
Making sure they don’t catch me.
Then running hard as I can cause the ball is flying again.

Rounding third and heading for home.
Touching the plate as the throw was just late.
Knowing I scored one for the home team.

On the mound looking in.
Catchers fingers wiggling to me.
Nodding to agree with him.

Then starting the wind up so slowly.
Twisting and contorting just so.
Then letting it all go in one big throw.

The ball flies forward and head for its target.
The batter blinks and the ball has gone by him.
Strike one is now behind him.

Soon strikes two and three follow.
He gets to walk in shame.
I stand tall with pride.

On and on we go.
Strikes, balls, bats, hits, outs, and so much more.
All add up till the end.

The dream must fade yet again now that I am at the end.
Living the glory of yet another win.
This dream will come again.

Yes, Dreams of Diamonds are forever even for old men.