Our Brother Poem by Anthony Raymond

Another one has locked the door
The numbers not there anymore
In days past they packed them in
But this is now and that was then

Courts and fields looking so lonely
Not like the era of a bygone day
Seems to me like it's uniforms only
Today if you want to play you pay

Something is wrong with this picture
Where are the families and friends
The one thing you can rest assure of
In this bleak scenario nobody wins

We should take a page from the past
Back in the day a hand held another
In the pew; on the field, face to face
Looking eye to eye with our brother