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#1

There was a space, while in my prime,
when I took for granted precious time.
Of the skills I had, and strength of youth,
never fearing failure,
or many troubles that others knew.

I was handsome and bold,
so I thought to myself,
never thinking once that I’d be on a shelf.

I was a master of the cheese,
and the ball that broke down nice.
I had no heart for the game,
like a cold hard piece of ice.

I found fault with others,
and laughed at their mistakes.
While taking refuge in my stature,
and smirking at their disgrace.

A professional among the wanted,
those trying to get a break,
But never did I think of those,
who deserved a better fate.

Bragging was my finest suit,
For I wore it like a glove,
a finely tailored stretch of cloth,
that fitted my handsome mug.

I got the word yesterday,
that a release was on its way.
I had to think it was all a joke,
not me - heck, no way!

Just then Skip looked out of his office door
and pointed inside forthwith,
then stood in front of his desk,
suggested that I sit.

It was short and simple,
no need to make a fuss,
someone else had just taken my spot,
as my Skipper said …” just between us.”

“This kid is a master of the cheese,
and the ball that brakes down nice,
and he has no heart for the game,
he’s just a piece of ice.
He’ll find fault with others,
and laughed at their mistakes.
While taking refuge in his stature,
and smirks at my disgrace.”

“You’ve trained him well,” my skipper said,
“and in such a short time and space.

So now they have no use for me,
for the kid taken my place.

Coach B.