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i love this game
i cant explain what it is about that hard wood floor
its just something that i adore
the three point line
is where i mostly shine
publicity was not the name of the game
even though i felt such shame
it was the feeling in my heart
it was the unseen part
the sound of a screaming crowd
seeing me down there
only made my mother proud
the look on her face and the sound of her voice
was all aside from the rest of the noise
now there is no longer high school ball
i missed my opportunity to play college ball
still i play at the university
not on the main floor
but off to the side
its where all the could have beens play with all their pride
but its the feeling of the ball in my hands that i adore
there is no reporters or media
no screaming fans
but the objective is still to have that ball in my hands
i may not ever play on a real team again
but there is one thing that nobody can take away from me
and that is the fact that the court makes me feel free
free to do what i want
its not for the fame
its just the love of the game


