Glory Daze

The old guy is rugged, determined, fearless He has fond memories of the game he still worships He still hears the roars of the crowd Can even now taste the fresh turf on his lips He visualizes the impressive stadium Feels the rough pigskin in his hands Hears the wind howl against his helmet Ohh...the hopes…the dreams…the plans Ungrudgingly, he follows the young rookies Able to relive his very first season Recounting his first play…first score…first victory There is nothing more left to reason Throughout life, he perseveres Thinking about the fame…the glory The wins…the opulent lifestyle His story He most dotingly looks back Proudly certain his watch he would not rewind He earnestly recalls the true game The same game that left him blind