Basketball in Life
When a basketball is made it is flat and has no purpose
Until a young boy comes and breathes life into the ball
Dribbling, shooting, and swishing all day and into every late night
The boy and the ball grow older together; the ball being dirtied and the boy coming into his prime
At some time the ball loses some of it's bounce however the young man still continues to pound pound pound his most prized possession
The young man holds a dream close to his heart telling himself he will make it to the NBA
Whenever there are rough patches in his life he always turns back to that ball because when he shoots it's an intimate feeling
Just him, his ball, and the hoop; everything else fades away
When his dream comes true he comes to a conclusion, basketball taught him the sweetest things in life
If you put your mind to something you can accomplish anything
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