They might as well have said that March was canceled Because that’s what I heard When they announced There would be no basketball No basketball Those were the words that echoed through the college campuses, the dorm rooms, the high school gyms, living rooms, and sports bars around the world. So no sweet sixteen No final four no watch parties Or wagers being placed on Your favorite teams March always comes in like a lion But this time It came in Like a giant rhinoceros With social distancing And excess hand washing This virus This 100 year plague Has turned our every day lives Upside down And forced us all into a new world order A new world Where sports is No longer king No longer a priority And no longer important And I don’t even Like basketball Really not many sports To begin with But I’m very much A fan of tradition And giving kids A chance At a last hurrah A final dance A final prom If you will But no basketball in March Is like Telling everyone With a birthday in the month That they were never born Its as if all the scores, All the stats, all the records broken Never existed When you tell us There will be no March Madness
So, I’ve been totally off my game this year for National Poetry Month. I was doing so well at the beginning of the month when I had a lot of down time but towards the end of April, I just couldn’t keep up. So, to round out the month, I want to eek out one last poem. This is an homage to graduating seniors everywhere. Congratulations graduates and here’s to the rest of your life.