Thursday, June 9, 2011

The Last Puck

I came across this yesterday. I wrote it about two years ago. It is strangely fitting today.

A century of suns fold
over the facades of old
Hiding beauty so long forgot,
remembering a journey
impossible to plot

You're laughing but
Death by Popcorn made us all fans
by the time the curtains closed
We gave a standing-o,
chanting those three words everyone knows

After the last puck dropped
the Wings took off
the Queen came down and
we got a little teary-eyed
every time someone said
it couldn't be done,
they'd never be back and,
maybe Stanley would never be won

When we meet in the street
you'll know why
the heart of this city
will never die

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