Snowbound Sorrow

 Snowbound Sorrow

 

Amidst a sunday afternoon,

looking out the window,

I hear a distant tune,

coming from tomorrow,

reminding me of what will soon,

erase my snowbound sorrow,

spring is about to bloom,

and baseball is to follow,

all this snow and winter gloom,

will fade away and mellow,

as pitchers and catchers resume,

and loosen up their elbows,

yes I hear that distant tune,

it's coming from tomorrow,

when Pedro stands atop that dune,

and readies his pitch to throw,

the Let's Go Met's chant will resume,

that's the tune you know,

yes spring is about to bloom,

and erase my snowbound sorrow

 

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