I'm not sure if life's the metaphor
or I am, but it's all starting
to make sense.
Persisting, assisting,
staying in bounds...
Rebounding, the pounding,
offense
and defense.
And I pass it all down -
MY GREATEST ASSIST -
My body aches now,
but an achingly bliss.
Only wins now,
with nothing I miss.
The game's always been great...
but nothing like this.
My first poem was about basketball and was written on May 15, 1995. Each year I write a poem on that day about the sport I love and about where I'm currently at within that sport. May the game never end.