The Grind

When I had no glove,
hands became my glove. When I had no baseballs,
rocks became my baseballs.

When I could not play, I hit.
When I could not hit, I fielded.
When I could not field, I ran.

When I had no coach, I made
work my coach. When I had
no motivation, I embraced passion.

When I had nowhere to practice, I made
my backyard available. I have
heart, my work is my talent.





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