by Bernard Keller
This tells a story of teacher friends and colleagues at the former A. E. Stevenson H.S. in the Bronx…..but it say so much more!
Some we won
some we lost
and some we just played,
but every game mattered
and everything counted.
Over a thousand times
we took to some gym floor.
We played ourselves
or folks we hardly even knew.
high arching shots
that just fell over the lip of the rim,
dump it down low-
we didn’t have any plays,
we just wandered to our spots on the floor
and moved the ball around
until we got something we wanted.
every week was different,
had a different hero
or play we’d be talking about
or at reunions.
I never thought there’d be a time
we would not play,
that we wouldn’t run some floor, somewhere
or challenge somebody to beat us,
never really thought about how it was gonna feel
lookin’ back on us playin’
instead of lookin’ forward to playin’ the next game.
Never ever really thought about
what I would miss
( or how much I would miss it),
but I can’t help thinkin’ about it, now.