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Yesterday's Hero

He laced up his sneakers for perhaps the last time in a meaningless game He was long past his prime Hs eyes scoured the stands half-empty tonight Could his team forfeit the game No, that wouldn't be right Fans there'd paid for their tickets They deserved a real show Though how he'd respond He never did know Some nights he just couldn't move Couldn't get into a groove Couldn't jump; couldn't shoot Barely fit into his basketball suit But tonight he felt better And his shot was on fire When he jumped, he fairly soared Upward, higher and higher In a last burst of glory His team won the game Yesterday's hero'd attained His final fifteen seconds of fame

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Alexis Y.

Date: 12/12/2019 12:31:00 PM

WOW! Gershon, You wrote this very well. I agree with Kim, I felt like I was at the basketball game. I was rooting for him all the way . Yay! His team won. He went out with a bang! I enjoyed the read:-) Alexis

Gershon Wolf
Date: 12/12/2019 1:01:00 PM

You must have inspired yesterday's hero with your cheering. Thanks, Alexis! Seasons best, Gershon

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 12/12/2019 9:46:00 AM

I felt as if I was there! Cheering!

Gershon Wolf
Date: 12/12/2019 12:59:00 PM

I could even hear you rooting him on! Thanks, Kim. :) gw

Line Gauthier

Date: 12/12/2019 8:50:00 AM

I enjoyed your poem, Gershon. Nice to see a hero end on a high note. Great tribute.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 12/12/2019 9:30:00 AM

Yup. Nice for a hero to go out the front door, instead of having to sneak out the back way. Smiles, Gershon

Chris Green

Date: 12/12/2019 7:59:00 AM

Beautifully expressed my friend. One who felt he was washed up gets that final moment to shine and shine he did in your wonderful poem.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 12/12/2019 9:29:00 AM

Sort of happened to me once too, amazingly. Sort of... (Not exactly like in the poem). Thanks, Chris. ~ A.W.U. (All Washed Up)

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 12/12/2019 3:44:00 AM

I am reminded of a girls basketball game in the 80's played in Des Moines Iowa when Connie Long threw the ball across the court from one end to the other, making the basket and winning the game three nanoseconds before the buzzer. A record shot! That was in the 80's! This poem reminded me of this for the first time in forty years!

Gershon Wolf
Date: 12/12/2019 9:27:00 AM

Glad to hear that this poem brought back such great memories for you about the game that Connie Long won. Thanks, Caren! :) gw

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 12/11/2019 11:21:00 PM

A heartwarming story of victory, no matter the age. I loved this Gershon! Happy holidays my friend. : ) xxoo

Gershon Wolf
Date: 12/12/2019 9:25:00 AM

Hey, thank you, Connie! Thanks for the support, and happy holidays to you and yours! Peace and Joy, Gershon

Ann Foster

Date: 12/11/2019 10:39:00 PM

This was lovely... cheering in the stands... Ann

Gershon Wolf
Date: 12/12/2019 9:25:00 AM

Hip, hip, hooray, Ann! Thanks, Gershon

Na Na

Date: 12/11/2019 9:59:00 PM

Hi Gershon. You worded this great. He still had it in him. He had to make 1 last go of it. Thanks for sharing this

Gershon Wolf
Date: 12/12/2019 9:24:00 AM

Yup. One last stand for the hero. Sounds like a 'B movie' plot, doesn't it?! LOL. Thanks for the support! Season's best, AWU (stands for All Washed Up)