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this is about a young man who realizes too late that he has ruined his life by not caring about anything except basketball...and in the end it is all that he has left


Submitted:Jan 24, 2012    Reads: 27    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


He walks with a limp

But he calls it his swag,

He's got all that he owns

In two duffle bags.

The hoops in his courts

Don't have any nets,

And if you ask where he lives

He'll say he forgets.

All the folks in his town

Know his first and last names

And they all stop to watch

His basketball games.

He has so much promise

They say with a frown

Because all of them know

He won't get out of this town.

He dribbles the ball

As he wanders the streets,

With a smile and nod

For each person he meets.

He dropped out of school

With just one year to go,

And when people ask why

He says, I don't know.

He's happy with life

Or so he claims,

He says he's content

With his basketball games.

But he longs for a child

And he longs for a wife,

Too bad it's too late

To have a good life.

So he runs to his courts

That he's come to call home,

And plays basketball games

So he won't feel alone.





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