Open Mic at Art6 Gallery

Open Mic at Art6 Gallery

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

That Championship Year

Youth becomes more and more a memory
as steps become slow and hair becomes gray.
Their year of triumph fades deeper into history
so they reunite now to remember yesterday.
 
When they were young men on that magical team
believing in one another as they made that run
through the maze of Goliaths until they lived the dream
of raising the trophy and showing they were number one.
 
Those days are gone now but memories remain
forever part of something special and unique
and it’s those memories of the season and the final game
that will always link them even as their numbers deplete.
 
Because even death will never dim their cheer
of being part of that championship year.

5 comments:

L said...

Like this reflection and your summation at the end.

Brian Miller said...

ha. been watching a little basketball? smiles...no that glory can never be taken and when we are old and cant we can at least remember when we did....

Natasha Head said...

Wonderful! Glory days remembered. Nothing can take away those feelings without your permission. Some of us are smart enough to put them in a poem...once that's done...the world relives it with you. Legacy official. :)

mrs mediocrity said...

These are the gifts that we keep to remember the glory of youth. Gifts to cherish.

Denise Golinowski said...

Ah, how the memory can compress time - they reunite now to remember yesterday.

Such treasured memories can illuminate but should not define and for your characters, that appears to be what they've done.

Very enjoyable.