Quitting

I used to watch the big boys play
While sitting courtside all the day
And dreamt of starting on the team
So I could be as just as they.

Hour upon hour in practice spent
Emulating each skill movement,
Despite naysayers glib jibes made,
Marked me their benchmark participant.

Years hiding the ball, however,
Had my jersey torn, as ever
Arena’s polished hardwood floors
Nicked this lawyer’s old shoe leather.

Delight playing the game was gone
So I hung ‘em up, and moved on.