Wait ’til Next Year – A Poem

For the White Sox a new season,

White Sox Fireworks

White Sox Fireworks 

A renewable fan,

An annual optimist,

I am a new man.

A gullible fan, forget

Last year’s heartbreak,

I am a trusting man,

With dim fading dream.

Since autumn’s disgust,

Certain moves have been made.

We have a new team,

Renewing the dream.

But bad moves were made,

Still, we buy season tickets.

This is a new team?

So many new names.

So I scalp all my tickets,

The annual opportunist,

Forget the new names.

For the Sox, a Cubs season.

by Larry Ambrose


About Chicago Stories

I'm a Chicagoan, have been for fifty years. I've had a consulting business in the city for thirty-eight years, working with many Chicago companies and organizations and others around the world. Before that, I worked the city's race relations agency for five years.I am a volunteer tour guide for Chicago's Greeter Program and introduce visitors from around the world to this beautiful city. I'm also a writer of several professional books as well as poetry, essays and fiction. The city has become my inspiration, education and entertainment. View all posts by Chicago Stories

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