To Coach (A poem dedicated to memories)
Hello Coach, how are you doing, you're up in Heaven now, I must suppose,
The lights still shine ever so brightly by the river, when the cool wind blows.
You've probably got the Red Devils out scrimmaging the angels, just now,
It's going to be close, but I know you'll overcome, if only in a few, somehow.
Do you remember me, I was a runner, played a half back, way back then,
Broke a leg and then my nose, just for starts, but I still wore a funny grin.
I wasn't a quitter, but a tough guy, i stayed with the game and hung in,
Just for you, I'd move a mountain, then put it back, and start over again.
My memories take me back there, on that green field and eating grass,
The boys I played the game with, those great times we all wished to last.
Although a few did then get injured, and for those we all bow our head,
The best game was worth the effort, even bruises and scrapes that bled.
Memories of those last days, a hurt back, and a sophomore's worst fear.
Though not their measure, how often they occur, or if just how severe,
Those scouters from the big universities returned with their empty hands,
My football career was over then, no cheerleaders and marching bands.
Coach, my life had taken an awful turn, or at the time, just what I thought,
Yet, I always remembered statements you made, how my courage, is sought.
A grocer, was told of me, "the team, if tough, as him, all the games we'd win!"
Such praise I kept tucked deep inside, gave me courage, renewed my pride.
I later tried to save an injured friend, smothered flames, held him, his pain, severe.
His tragic death, gave me more strength within, helped decide my future career.
I devoted my life to teaching kids, the handicapped, who never faced strife, alone,
When times got tough and my courage to wane, your memory, as a light, so shone.
Team mates, good men, all..., many had perished in Asian paddies, way back then,
I played on the fields with some of these, lost members... each, to call a fine friend.
We shall keep them in our memory, in all honor, holding them fast, within our heart,
Coach, you gave these men great courage, and in their lives, you were a vital part.
Now, I've faced a brain tumor, being disabled, endured serious life threatening turns,
Made my way back, using the courage, you have taught us, and of that, I've learned.
Earned four college degrees in my efforts, taught in schools, twenty-five good years,
My coach gave me a gift, my life it did uplift, by never giving in, and to defeat my fears.
All honor to you Coach, the good life you've lived, the courage, by example you give,
Hundreds fold, from days gone by, have looked to you under your watchful eye.
ONE GOOD AND HONORABLE LEADER CAN MAKE A GREAT DIFFERENCE IN THIS WORLD.
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