GOING out of the Big League, After a dozen great years— Going out of the Big League, Leaving the thundering cheers, Leaving the crowds that loved me, Leaving the mightiest game— Back to the Uncut Timbers, Back to the place whence I came! Am I downhearted? Well, hardly! I've had my glorious dream, I've been a star and a winner, Mixed with a wonderful team! I came up, poor as a church-mouse, Rich and well-fixed I return, Owner of farms and plantations, Coupons and bankrolls to burn! I will fare well in the minors— Look at the future for me— Why, boy, life's just beginning— I am not yet thirty-three! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN HOSPITAL: 4. BEFORE by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY HORATIUS [AT THE BRIDGE], FR. LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY REBECCA'S HYMN, FR. IVANHOE by WALTER SCOTT SYMPATHY by HENRY DAVID THOREAU CHRIST IN FLANDERS by LUCY WHITMELL A DESCRIPTION OF SUCH A ONE AS HE WOULD LOVE by THOMAS WYATT |