I Am The Hawk

In the Fall of 1957, I joined our local Y.M.C.A.;
One of the largest in the whole World, a skyscraper in those days!
We’d take the bus to get there, a friend of mine and me;
We played basketball and ate lunch, so happy would we be!
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Fast forward now for six years, I’m almost nineteen years old;
I’m a phenom at playing Defense, in Basketball I’m told!
On weekdays during lunchtime, hoopsters came to the Y to play;
And some very gifted athletes, a great honor to me paid!
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They labeled me “The Hawkman”, for I always zoned in on the ball;
I wasn’t much of a shooter, but with them, I stood so tall!
For not only was I good at guarding guys, hampering their scoring ability;
They knew that I was not a ball hog, and would pass, when asked of me!
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I had many college players, who on break, would come down to the Y;
That shook my hand in congratulations, saying “Your defense ranks real high”!
I played the sport till I was thirty-four, then a bad knee injury forced me out;
To this day I miss it dearly, “The Hawkman” sometimes pouts!
 
 
                         Beware of The Hawk
                 He will attack your weakness
                      Steal away your balls