Hardcourt Hero
It’s the final quarter
In this seventh game
From courtside to the bleachers
People are chanting my name..
I look at the clock
It reads only three
The score’s a deadlock
Everybody’s on their feet..
Not a second to waste
Coach calls for time
And we huddle in haste
‘Coz the game’s on the line..
He sets up the play
The ball goes to me
Of course that’s clear as day
‘Coz I am the MVP!
The ref whistles, ready or not
Teammate inbounds, passes, I catch
A few dribbles, split the double, then I pop
Swish! Game over, we win the match!
The crowd roars, the championship’s won
On my knees and in tears I rejoice with the team
But when I opened my eyes, boom! They’re gone!
Alas, just another dream..
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