I Lost My Marbles

I Lost My Marbles

© 2002 by Bud Lemire

 

The day I lost my marbles, I remember it well

I will share the memories, in these words that I will tell

I had my half sizer out, ready to take a shot

To make it in the hole, but I missed a lot

I knelt down, to try to shoot again

I shot, and I saw the smile upon my friend

My half sizer went in , the hole that was so deep

All that was in that hole, was all mine to keep

I felt so dirty, yet I felt so happy too

Until my friend took out a full sizer, that was colored blue

I knew this would be a challenge, if I only I could beat

I would try my very best, not to give in to defeat

My friend's luck was changing, and I was losing

The movement of the fingers, can be pretty amusing

You have to know the right angles, to make it work out right

With the right amount of power, with the hole in sight

For some reason, I had trouble with my aim

I knew it wouldn't be long, until I lost the game

We took turns flicking our fingers, and mine almost went in

I was lucky yesterday, but today I wasn't going to win

I need all my best peeries, and then I knew

I'd have to use my boulders, and my steelies too

I took one final shot, and aimed it at the hole

Watching it carefully, to see where it would roll

I had fun playing, as I looked at my empty can

That day I lost my marbles, I took it like a man

As I sat there on the ground, in the old schoolyard

I realized life would be easy, and life would be hard

All we can do, is to try our best in everything we do

Sometimes we will miss, and sometimes our aim is true

My friend Mike Derusha comes to mind when I think of

playing Marbles at the Washington Schoolyard. Although

I played marbles with many, my memory remembers him

the most when we had played. It was fun time to play, and

I remember those times with a smile on my face.