End of the Innings

It was his first match on this ground,
He was excited to see the green round.
He walked towards the wicket,
Yes, his life was just like Cricket.
He looked like he was
Raring to go,
He wanted to defeat the foe.

Then he faced his first ball ever,
It went for a six,
The fielders were all in a fix.
Still, he wanted more,
So the next one was a four,
He then took a single,
Letting the others to mingle,
The next over, the first ball,
He smashed it across the wall.
Six, four and one,
He was nearing his ton,
But, when he was in his 90s
The match was won.
Then came the presentation
Where he was the man of the match,
That’s where in his story,
Lies the catch.

The next match when he went on the pitch,
Life this time was surely a bitch,
The first ball tore his bat,
The willow was cracked,
The next ball hit his pad,
He was not out and the fielders were sad,
The third ball however was an inswinger,
He was bowled, the umpire raised his finger.

Then came the long walk back,
His innings had ended,
Looking at this performance,
The selectors were offended.
He, who could be on the throne,
Couldn’t be more ruthlessly thrown,
That’s when in the evening,
God came to tell him,
Son, it’s the start of your inning.