Where ever you started or finished,
First or last, the game was won.
It all began when you dressed for them all.
Starting positions? Often left opened.
But, acknowledging there were better players on the team
That you should have passed to, when your ass
Was about to get massive grass stains
For failed fancy footwork and tripped by your own feet,
Flying in the air praying a Holy Mary,
For no broken bones.
*****
Oh, shit! At 70, I wake up having to remember all this again?
Start the bus!
*****
Hey! I am on my way out of here, a shot of Vodka, V8 juice and a note on the chalkboard thanking all the players
That dressed for them all.
Magaly Guerrero
May 22, 2017 at 11:57 pm
I really like the sound of “failed fancy footwork”. It tangles the way nicely, for the tripping that follows.
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C.C.
May 22, 2017 at 9:24 pm
Ha…some memories do better when paired with that shot of vodka 😉
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Mary
May 22, 2017 at 3:54 pm
Sometimes one really wishes one’s memories wouldn’t return to haunt one. Let them rest!
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sanaarizvi
May 22, 2017 at 2:03 pm
It’s certainly not easy to let go to those better players.. sigh..
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Jae Rose
May 22, 2017 at 6:03 am
Tsk – you always make me smile ZQ!
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magicalmysticalteacher
May 21, 2017 at 11:15 pm
You will always remember those grass stains. Always. 🙂
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Myrna Rosa
May 21, 2017 at 9:41 pm
I like this. Memories at 70 and a Hail Mary for the game of life.
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Colleen@ LOOSELEAFNOTES
May 21, 2017 at 8:17 pm
Ooph! I can almost feel that fall.
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thotpurge
May 21, 2017 at 8:14 pm
I like what you’ve done here… dealing with the memory, saying thank you and moving on… it should be that easy!!
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1sojournal
May 21, 2017 at 7:03 pm
Given time, we should be able to laugh at such, and accept that we are only human. Like the constant movement in this piece.
Elizabeth
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Beverly Crawford
May 21, 2017 at 1:55 pm
Scary, isn’t it, the memories that are stored in the attics of our brains?
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Irene
May 21, 2017 at 1:25 pm
Ah, you remember? meant to be written for offspring…
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Sherry Marr
May 21, 2017 at 1:17 pm
I so share your chagrin at reliving some of the old memories. I can often be heard muttering “Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!” about myself, a sort of mental flagellation. I hope this suffices for an end of life Life Review, as it would be truly demoralizing to have to re-see the whole thing at once. Cackle.
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Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
May 21, 2017 at 12:36 pm
Not easy to let go to the better players.
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