The Game he loves

TEAM POEM
I have awed at a solo performance

And spectacular flashy display,

But I crave for the best

And my eyes are more blessed

When an unselfish team makes a play.

A play that’s so perfect and simple

With the weaving of role with a role,

Every piece partly seen

Like a fine-tuned machine

And you notice not one,

but the whole.

Like an orchestra tuned to perfection

Where harmonious beauty is found,

Every note has a quest

To be part of the rest

So the whole is a masterpiece sound.

Every wild one,

once blinded by glory

Is now cured and is one of the tame,

He receives his esteem

As part of the team

And is eager to sacrifice fame.

It’s amazing what we have accomplished.

It’s astounding how much we have done,

When the ultimate callIs

when one is for all

And the credit is reached for by none.