Glory days are different for each person.
For some, little league was the epitome,
for others, high school district tournament.

Glory: the best moment of greatest joy
for you were the catalyst of the cheers.
Sad truth– few were looking,

even before the “career-ending” injury.
All sports aside, you never know
when you have just enjoyed

your last of something:
holding hands with a crush
best furry friend belly rub

slow drive home as a licensed driver
meal with your favorite grandma
moment of life.

When you predict the final experience
there is expectation, pressure to perform.
Natural endings contain no striving,

just a delay of comprehension. In
those fleeting moments both the shouting,
the stillness stick with you, make up

who you will be, but they only belong to you–
even when in tandem with someone else’s
memory. Glory is in the eye of the beholder,

life is in the dash.