Once there stood a golden man
Who lived behind the glass.
He held a pose of triumph
Since he caught that touchdown pass.
For the first few years, he was well loved,
And people passing by
Would comment on that fateful game
And murmur, “What a guy.”
But as all things will die away,
So too the glory faded.
The visits and the murmurs stopped,
And the golden man got jaded.
One Winter day when school let out,
The golden man stepped down,
Opened his cage and ran away
Off to another town.
And when the children came again
And saw the case, they wondered
What person had done the act
That tore man and plinth asunder.
That day the base was thrown away
And the gold man was forgotten,
And a few days later no one cared,
And life just kept on trottin’.
And miles away, the golden man
Tossed his football to himself,
Happier having acted than
Forgotten on his shelf.
And thus is fame, gone with the win.
Victory comes when the new games begin.
The Daily Travesty 