The team moved to a different state
without me
But I made it anyway-late
Apparently
unwelcome, uninvited, uninformed
underrated by decree
Without a position missing the call
Without direction missing the ball
Out of bounds, out of compliance, out of sync
I think
Without a game book
no knowledge of the plays
Without warning
of the different ways
one could be tackled
and knocked to the ground
by one's own mates
What a deafening sound
Huh? What did you say?
Congeniality went missing,
sport abandoned me
now I just fill a uniform
and replay my memories
Come eulogize my skills
this ghost on the field
i disappear in the sun
I'm absorbed by the shade
you know the outcome
this game's been over played
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a great poem! The last stanza is marvelous. All of us Has Beens, could now use this as our eulogy. Myra- you are great! A ten.