Memorabilia

 

Cricket pitches and bowling greens,

Tennis courts and golfing dreams.

Close-cut grass and whitewashed lines,

Effort and energy in younger times.

Reclining in my riser chair,

Drifting back, I’m almost there.

 

Batting and bowling, serving and driving,

All so easy when health was thriving.

Halcyon days when heroes were made,

Adoring fans wherever we played.

Deeper in my seat I drowse,

Through life’s scrapbook I duly browse.

 

Some tried books, I trod the turf,

Some studied arts, I scorched the earth.

Academic ambition paused or delayed,

For physical reward from games we played.

Talking in my sleep, I cheer for the past,

Still winning trophies for as long as I last.