to move on.
when the legs are heavy,
the arms
too slow,
the hands and eyes, once
sharp,
are in a daze.
the knees ache.
recovery is beyond a week,
it's time to give it up.
let the young men
have their way.
it was a good run.
a good half century of game
on black top,
gravel,
dirt and concrete.
the chain link nets,
the string,
the single rim, rusted
on a broken backboard.
lacing
the shoes,
the adrenaline rush.
the sun,
the glory, the friends, all
will be missed.
all will be remembered,
but this is it.
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