In A League Of My Own...

this is the trick
in the league of my own
i compete to no one
except myself

i rise and fall and fall
and rise
there is no medal
no laurel nothing about
a sculpted trophy

it is just this fun run
this journey of the pilgrim
it is just this one man show
with me both as critic
and fan

i am the chair, the lights
and the curtain
the red carpet, the bell,
the clock and the
floor.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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