[center][u][b]Life On The Court[/b][/u]

Wooden floors freshly waxed
shimmering under light,
I once lived here

Some days, I still do
with tied laces
and a ball

Hear me breathing
winded from a sprint
side by side with old friends
and, the new

There are no enemies here,
our problems drip
into nothingness

Just us with tattered shoes
running and sliding
bouncing and shooting

We may grow old
with shifting worlds
but this shall remain

You and me and them,
friends together
even if it’s only a few hours
at a time

Our lives go on
to the beating heart
of our names

And all we care about
is if in the end, we played,
a good game.[/center]