We all come to our final play, <br />our last Touchdown, our last score. <br />When we reach the realization <br />We can't do it anymore. <br />For most, our age will dictate <br />when we leave the field or floor, <br />but to one athlete dying young <br />one last game means much more. <br />Lauren Hill loves basketball. <br />She was a High School Star. <br />Her cancer is inoperable. <br />She stumbles now and falls. <br />She knows how little time' she's left, <br />before the last leaves fall <br />On Sunday next she'll take the court <br />to feel the Love once more <br />. <br />She'll hear Our Anthem one last time <br />Ten Thousand throats will roar. <br />Lauren Hill, for all of us, <br />will make her final score.<br /><br />John F. McCullagh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-last-game/
