My first cricket bat,
you were given to me on my 11th birthday,
your pale caramel wood had no mistakes,
although what made you really stunning,
is your glossy, smooth stickers,
with vibrant colours that made you bold.

But everything changed,
you are no longer elegant or stunning,
your wood is now dry with bumps and holes,
you stickers are discoloured and pealing,
your are now just a block of wood,
you can never be called a bat ever again.

Although, all your imperfections remind me,
about that greatest moments playing cricket,
that is why you are the most special bat ,
i ever had and ever will.