A Final Bow
sunshine pour through the silent hall on a march day full of bird call outside horse neigh in their stall far away you could hear the waterfall a gentle breeze stroke a person's hair brush him with warm air a crowd be mind his affair watch him come up the stair a he come to the podium he clear his throat mind his cap and dust his coat chew a piece of black-eyed oat again he cough and clear his throat he gaze around and say my friend i have achieve many dream and meet all end for focus on my future be what i intend so i be retire my friend a man cry out to have you quit be more than i can bear why ca n't you stay and have another great year you do not have to end your sport career because you be always welcome everywhere i have see you skate like an angel upon the ice rink you soar and put the basketball in before one could think when you be hold a bat no pitcher dare to blink really it seem like you be always the strong link the football field you amaze me with those spectacular catch i still remember those olympic hockey match you do not realize how many souvenirs people like to snatch -your jersey book and door-latches the person reply chris i be forty-nine i be no long tall and fine my hair be in decline now i do not want to be in any headline i be retire to control crime since i be past my prime to stay i can not offer my friend any joy because i be play sport bad than a limping boy''to retire i have no regret i ask you not to have any fret i want to be remember not be forgotten memory should not decay and become rotten''so i be make a final bow but i be try to make a sincere vow that i will always be part of this team who help me accomplish my big dream then the person cough and walk out into the open sky the crowd clap grimace but do not cry life like leafless winter tree will go on but there will always be laughter and fun