What Once Was
Winter etches its stinging claws into the old lodge
A hollow champion slouches in his throne
A bronze sculpture once the pride of a nation withered by time
Joints once prized for agility crack upon each step
Long braided hair once soft and strong, now rough and brittle
Trophies once shinning sun's now only dust has use of them
Frames cracked in anger for the bittersweet memories they carry
The radio once boosted of his exploits, now is silent as death
Old champion watches as new blood enters the ring
He saddens at sight they don't know