Top of the World

In the morning, in the night
While light still shines bright,
There it lies on my table
Living its life on something unstable.
Shining with its coat of gold,
A victory no one could’ve foretold,
Happiness and excitement started to sprout,
As I remembered what the memory was about.
Stored in an object a memory of a team,
A successful victory or so it may seem.
The last try was double movement,
A play that needed a lot more improvement,
We got off scot free because of the blind referee,
I know we played dirty.
But I can’t complain
Because for the first time we actually won a game
The object, the thing that I treasured,
Something I achieved at an adventure I endeavoured,
Made from a variety of precious metals
Given to me as a historic medal.