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The Game (051514)

The Game (051514)

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,
and defense.

And I pass it all down -
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.