Standing at the banks of the river
I can hear their citizens cheer their heroes.
Always victorious,
They make boys out of the strongest,
Fiercest men we have.
Sometimes, in my most desperate moments,
I consider treason...
But I could never!
Why do I stand here,
On the banks of the river?
It is a tempting river to cross,
And so very,
Very
Shallow.
Some may find it easier to break such young loyalties.
But although these loyalties are young,
They are not untested.
I stand on the southern bank
Because my father stood here,
23 years ago,
When we were victorious.
When, for a fleeting moment,
The Queen bested the King.
O, how I wish I could celebrate;
Not in cheering their beloved army,
But in cheering my own.
Just as my father did.
Author notes
This is about being a New York Mets Fan, and having to watch the Yankees win time and time again
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