In the driveway I saw you this morning,
I pass under where you’re standing,
Lording over as if you’re taunting,
You look down at me silently mocking,
Daring me that I got no more hops,
That I have also lost the touch,
I may have slowed and I have aged,
But I’m still up for a challenge.
PS: Were you expecting a dunk? Maybe in 10 years when I am 60.