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 © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016
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