Two Games
In games as in life, we cannot always win; and sometimes we even get injuries that force us to sit out the game. When in the 8th grade, I made the basketball team. I recall two memorable games, the first of which we lost, and I even remember the score. It was 52 to 12. But later on in the season, we played another team; and that time, we won.
In that game, I helped my team to win by scoring just 4 little points.
But those points came at a time when my team needed a big lift.
On two successive possessions, I scored long shots that would count as 3-pointers today, and the crowd cheered.
45 years ago, game one brought shame,
but game two brought me a little fame.
Once we experience the life of balance,
we will never remain the same.
On our parade, it takes a little rain.
In the game of life, it takes a little pain.
It’s the only way to experience any gain.
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Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2015
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