I’m on the sideline
once again,
on a bench
of boys and men,
waiting for the call
to come my way.

I look behind me
in the stands,
and the rows
of anxious fans,
waiting for the chance
to save the day.

I hear the crowd now
sing my name,
and I bathe
in their acclaim,
things are not the same.

I hear the board
have called abroad
a
nd I try
to catch the eye

and my yard of pace?
It won’t return.

Copyright Keith Ames