I wake all wet

The damn thing was hissing hard
Yet I couldn’t throw it.
I shook my hand but nothing worked
I couldn’t even drop it.

Counting down from number four
I’m now at number three
I’m trying really hard to act
But my mind is running slowly

Finally I got it right
And tossed the frag away
Only in my hands it fell again
And only one is counting

Lost at what to do for best
I cuddled hard this ball
At zero count I closed my eyes
And waited for the force

Nothing happened and breath came hard
The ball had disappeared
Waking to another day
To try and earn some money.

Paul Gray

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