First To Worst


The old kings are about to lose their crown,
young upstarts are about to swat them out of the way
Father time has knocked another aging champ down,
it's really sad to see greatness turn into mediocre play
Start making the funeral arrangements,
and don't forget to publish a fond obituary
Bring a shovel to the postgame press conference,
there's gonna be a lot of bodies to bury
On this cold, early October night,
when this last game end,
the mourning will surely begin
The eulogy is set    ...   check
Pallbearers in place   ...   check    
Open the doors, and bring around the black hearst
The champs are toast,
they just went from first to worst
They went from the top to the bottom,
and it happened real fast
They went from the front to the back,
from number uno to dead last
Ah, well ...
Nothing last forever,
greatness always gets over-the-hill
When you still compete past your prime,
there comes a time, you're gonna have to pay the bill
So tip your cap to the old boys;
remember all the exploits they did,
how they once made a lot of noise
As the last man on deck steps up to the plate,
give a standing o to this team of former greats ---
Ex-champions who stayed in the game too late
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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December 7, 2016 at 2:54 PM
It is sad to watch many of these athletes who decide to stay in the game too long and go downhill. Though, in their heyday we all wished we could be them and maybe going out trying is the best way. Nicely done Freddie.
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December 7, 2016 at 2:51 PM
Hi Freddie, Your poems always have great titles. This write was no exception. When is a champ ready to throw in the towel?Their time(in the spot light) will come to an end no matter what.It's best to call it quits when they're still some what on top. You expressed that truth very well in this piece. I enjoyed the read. A without a doubt seven:-) Alexis
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December 7, 2016 at 2:15 PM
Always someone coming up from behind as you stare into the face of Father Time...excellent post
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