Dear Coach

Dear Coach

Thanks for the kind gesture

When you took me in

I grew up in a place

That made poverty my friend

See dad’s not around

And mom does what she can

As she competes with the streets

Just to raise a man

But why did you choose me

When there were others around

Was it my 22 points

or my 16 rebounds

Regardless the cause

Here I’m glad to be

But when my game has passed

What will happen to me?

See this story has been told

Many times before

Once the season is over

You won’t need me no more

So I’ll be back on the streets

With the roaches and bums

While you search for another

To benefit from

My little cousin loves basketball

but he’s 5 foot 3

But his future looks brighter

 he’s much smarter than me

But you’ll never notice

Because his skills you can’t see

And he may never get the chance

To be all he can be

But for now I’m staying

And hope your kindness is true

So please remember my name

When the season is through.

Michael F. Elliott Jr