Sunday, February 01, 2009

A Poem for Pittsburgh

There was sadness,
There was loss.

To lose on a called penalty safety,
I laced up my shoes.

To walk and not witness,
celebration and post-mortem.

But they have played like this, all season.
But they have played like this, forever.

And they did not panic.
And they played.
And they won.

Forever.

1 comment:

  1. Pennsyltucky now, Pennsyltucky tamarrah, Pennsyltucky forevah!

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