Looking Back and Wishing
By Don Iannone









Not so long ago, I was a young boy,
and the world overflowed with magic
of the sort only a sorcerer can portend.
Days were near eternities
that filled me with mystery
from early sun up to late sundown.
I still have my moments
when the stars speak to me in whispers,
and when joyful animation fills my soul.
My childhood was far from perfect,
and I'm sure yours was much the same.
But I'd give myself over in a heartbeat,
if I could play baseball for hours again
without a care to pull me in.