A tribute now to all I was <br />And all that I hoped to be <br />Their shining black all caked with mud <br />Won on the field in victory. <br /> <br />They now within my closet lie <br />Where they, after the game were hurled <br />But if given the choice then I <br />I would not trade them for the world.<br /><br />william mcgehee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cleats/
