| Here We Go Trojans! An interlude of play, A harbinger of things to come. The shadow of the day. Why do people look so glum? A vision of the future, Not palatable to the masses. Resentment will have nurture, At the new orders’ taxes. Yet the armored Trojan on his horse, Circling the Coliseum track, Waits patiently on the return of the old course, He really wants to go back. Back to those old autumn days Of gridiron glory. He is lost in a gray haze, Waiting to tell his story. No one wants to see The Trojan performing his act. He is obsolete by decree And his being restructured, a fact. So here we go Trojans! Down the field for six. The man on the horse has notions That with the present don’t mix. © 2002 John Rohlfing Back...........Next * |