Once they’re hooked
Beginners start to
browse the uniforms
Coveting their own
clean whites
A pristine mask
Unwrinkled glove
I also sense them
Shopping for
appropriate ambitions
Trying on their
goals and
Testing fit
That’s a beauty of
our sport
Each of us can find
a dream that’s
Comfortably beyond
our normal reach
But not beyond our
grasp
Some aim for the
top while others
Strive with all
they have to
Make a touch in
every bout
Some scale the
alphabet while teammates
Revel in their
classless state
Youngsters spurt
and test the limits of their
Ambling limbs their
Newfound strength
Veterans retrench
and renegotiate the
Definition of
success
Some drift away
despite their magic touch, their
Grace—unfulfilled
by their unearned success
Others struggle now
and evermore
Addicted by the
lure of what they never quite achieve
But might, the next time out
The lesson? If you find your joy in battle
turning to frustration
Look within—the cure may lie in tweaking
expectations
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