Fifteen
and on the basketball team
We
made the finals and the weakest guy
Got
subbed on before me because our Coach
Who
had trained us all year
Didn't
notice me sitting kitted up
Thought
I was a fan or family
So
we lost, victory within reach
Why
should the memory of my defeats
Overshadow
my victories
Depriving
me of sleep needed
To
rebuild these corpuscles
Facing
each day more depleted
The
clogging of arteries
Cramping
of muscles
All
signalling an ineluctable decay
Why
should dreams be suffocated
By
a murderous mediocrity
A
meanness of spirit
So
that we all face this same disarray?
Addled
in our thirties
Disconsolate
in our forties
In
our fifties just ready to fade away?
We
had dreams once, didn't we?
So
where have they fled to now?
To
the political backwaters of our minds
To
the impossibility of how
I
see the orange shirt of hypocrisy
And
wonder why this country sold its soul
For
fat fools in the senate
And
extremist morons in control.
© shaun
patrick green 2019
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