Who holds the wiffle ball bat?

 Who holds the wiffle ball bat? 

By James Ray The Phantom Texter 

March 2026 

Do you remember the wiffle ball bat? Do you remember how to swing that?

Long ago was the day where I would give it a whack. But now in this time I'm too old and fat. 

Just look at me, look where I'm at. But still I sit back and think, who has the bat? Who has time for that?

In the days of Reggie Jackson, yeah I'd swing like that! But those days are gone, and that's a fact. 

The days without a care where I'd head out, wiffle ball and bat. Head out to swing and that was that! 

In the winter Mama wouldl put on my coat and make me wear my hat. One brave little kid with ball and bat. 

Sometimes with friends but mostly just the bat. The freedom to do either and that was that! 

In the Twilight of years no more of that. No more time for wiffle ball bats. But I wonder, who has the freedom to swing that. 

Now the mortgages due. The car payment too. A mountain of other things that I have to do. 

But this morning I stop and I stare. I look to the sky on a day that's so clear. I stopped and I wonder as my thoughts start to drift. I stop and I wonder at a time long ago, what a gift. I think of the freedom, I stop and think of this and that. But yet my mind lingers on one statement or question, a fact. I wonder now who swings the wiffle ball bat?

Maybe I'll ask my son. I'll ask my grandchildren. On a day full of sun, I'll ask the little one. Maybe I'll log on to Amazon just for fun. Maybe I'll buy one each for everyone. The carefree days are gone, they're done. But yet still I know someone does, there's always one. 

Swing it for fun. Then hurry up, go, run! Before your burdens come, quick fast, run! Till the day ends and the next ones begun. Before you're old. Before you're fat. Make the memories, get good stats. To all the young and some of the old. Wherever you're at. Go out right now and swing the wiffle ball bat!