In The Moment Poem by John F. McCullagh
In The Moment
In the empty stands
Our champion sat.
Sans fans
and sans applause.
He mulled over
The match just past;
Its aces
and its flaws.
To have come so close
And not prevail-
A lesser man might cry.
But Murray knew the glory
That comes when Mortals vie.
He thought:
'I'm getting closer,
Than I ever have before'
A silver cup
At Centre court
Was the vision
That he saw.
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