A little guy downtown said to me;
“The NHL I don’t trust, but in the game I still must.”
I asked how that could be.
“Because my skates are sharp and the ice is still fast
and my heart in the game is forever to last.
My comrades on side I will always abide.”
He went on to say with such little delay:
“Oh how I feel that strong, smooth stride
as I swoop on the net…that I’ll score is a bet
but I pass to my friend who’s swifter than I…
he scores I think… or surely I’ll die.
That’s the end of my thought but not of my dream
Maybe Mom and Dad will buy us ice cream.”
I wondered about the kid’s story.
Did the friend score? I don’t know, but sure there was glory
for trying his best and playing with zest
the game we still love that’s such a great test.
love by the kids will survive big interest unrest.
