Author: littlest clouds PM
// To Steve Yzerman, the best player to ever wear the Red Wings' logo //Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 116 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 11-22-03 - id: 1454038
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Like fine wine you age,
As you march toward the sunset
of your career.
You enjoy the twilight
Of a career well spent.
We all watched you grow up;
We were all your proud parents.
From an awkward child
taking baby steps
To a man,
Our hearts swelled with pride
When you climbed that mountain thrice,
like you were one of our own.
You are one of our own,
the adopted member of our extended family.
Our golden boy,
We watched you from the rising of your career,
and we dread the coming of the inevitable sunset.
We are not ready to give you up.
11/20/03 9:03 PM