Catcher Sings the Blues

From the book

That Sweet Diamond

by Paul B. Janeczko, Carole Katchen (Illustrator)

Crouching low, I sing the blues

The aches are now a part of me

Blocking home, I sing the blues

0, the aches are now a part of me

Bruises, bumps, and scrapes

Have worn me down, can't you see?

 

My knees sing the blues

They sing 'em when I stoop and bend

My knees sing the blues

0, they sing 'em when I stoop and bend

They crunch, crackle, pop

The hurtful noises never end.

 

My fingers sing the blues

When I grip a ball or make a fist

0, my fingers sing the blues

When I grip a ball or make a fist

The knuckles moan and cry

By fire every one is kissed

 

Crouching low, I sing the blues

The aches are now a part of me

Blocking home, I sing the blues

0, these aches are now a part of me

Too many bruises, bumps, and scrapes

I'm nothing like I used to be.

 

No, nothing like I used to be