A heavy red coloured ball,
Was the birthday gift,
For a boy.
He played with it for a while,
Then he forgot all about it.
Now he is a grown up man,
And while cleaning his old trunk,
He found it,
Bringing back his old memories.
He cried to be a small boy again.
But quickly refreshing his mind,
He went out to buy a cricket kit
Now he plays cricket with the ball,
And has become a spin bowler.
He plays on weekends and has won a local championship.
He regrets for all those years,
In which he couldn’t play with it.
The ball is much closer to his heart,
Than he thought that it would be.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 