I wish I could play forever.
I'm a fountain of youth,
abandoned
and dried.
I wish I could play forever
on a star that - I hear -
had long ago died.
Stars that have fallen...
I know that I've fell,
so I know how stars feel -
lonely inside.
Through all that I have,
all that I have
is a good memory
and some of my pride.
This fountain has dried.
This fountain has dried,
but the truth of a dream's
still gleaming inside.
A mountain of lies
A mountain of lies
that living forever
is better untried.
But gleaming inside
some child I've eyed...
He's dreaming the dreams
I used to do.
It's screaming inside -
that dream and his pride's
teeming with things
abundantly true.
I told him that teams
should stay together
and a ton of more things
I wish that I knew
when I was his age
and dreaming
and playing
a game in a game
that all of us do.
Now I no longer wish
I could play forever...
especially now
my wish has come true.
My first poem was written May 15, 1997. It was about basketball. Every year I commemorate that day by writing a new poem about basketball and where I'm currently at.