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Pipe Dreams

A Poem

By Poetry GirlPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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Sports became part or my culture.

One sport stood out like a sculpture.

Basketball was a sport of heart and endurance.

A challenge I was willing to take.

I practiced, and practiced to became a leader.

Sweat dripping in my eyes and down my face

( The court is my happy place.)

All eyes on me to conquer and strive.

The crowds roar sounding like explosions.

High school was my time to shine.

That is where I would leave my career.

With nothing more now, but memories and tears.

The questions of what I will next.

Was there anyone left to impress?

High school is gone, I'm on to college.

To find my passion and calling.

Basketball will forever be with me.

It's time to leave the past behind.

Till we meet again next time.

As I take my last steps out on the court.

I know I've done all can and that was enough.

My final goodbye, was bitter sweet.

All I know now, is the game will never leave.

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