Every day, you’re in the game
You’re dodging and dribbling, blocking and shooting
Rooting for the team, the change
From attack to defense, on the counter
From the back to the scoring zone
Your fans, your friends, your family
Are shouting your name, counting
The hoops, the scoops, the victories.
Every day, you’re taking the hits
You’re collecting the knocks, the bruises
From losers, when life won’t play fair
You share the defeats, the repeats
The scares and the shake-downs
The days when scoring is rare
When the flare in extinguished
Yet still you bounce back, rise again.
Every day, you’re playing for keeps
You’re ducking and diving, weaving and scheming
Dreaming of making your shots, the aim
Is so crucial, grace of the movement
From eye to hand, hand to hoop
We whoop in your triumph, your successes
For win or lose, it matters not
What matters is the game, going far
And in our eyes, you’re always a star.
Wayne Visser © 2018
Book
String, Donuts, Bubbles and Me: Favourite Philosophical Poems
This creative collection, now in its 3rd edition, brings together philosophical poems by Wayne Visser. In this anthology, he muses on subjects ranging from space, angels and destiny to time, science and meaning in life. According to scientists / The world’s made of string / That buzzes and fuzzes / Or some such strange thing / It’s also a donut / That curls round a hole / With middles and riddles / Just like a fish bowl / And there’s no mistaking / It’s more than 3-D / With twenty or plenty / Dimensions unseen / Still others insist / It’s really a bubble / That’s popping and bopping / Through the lenses of Hubble. Buy the paper book / Buy the e-book.
