Our Last Day

With more stories to tell

And more films to make

I have a few more chords to play

And another song to sing

Knees pop, shoulders crack

With each attempt to stand

You keep me from falling to the ground

Nothing breaks the spirit like needing help to get around

With a body that betrays me

I give everything I’ve got left

For this one film

A story meant for us

On our last day

Between the sun and shade

While the kids throw baseballs

And practice catch

Running bases and holding baseball bats

Our quiet moment drifts on the diamond’s dust

My only chance to tell you

“I think you’ll make a beautiful bride.”