I have a trophy sitting on my desk,
Though I can’t remember what I won.
I don’t remember celebrating anything.
I can’t recall the last good thing I’ve done.
This trophy is made of gold,
And it stands tall with a ceramic base.
It has an emblem of fire in the center,
But no name, place, or date.
It just appeared one day,
While I was busy cleaning my room.
Stored underneath my dirty bed,
I swept it out with a broom.
I was going to throw it away,
But decided to keep it on my desk,
And now next to my computer screen,
Is where this trophy rests,
And I don’t know why I have it.
Not a single memory is attached,
But this trophy is in perfect condition.
Not a single knick or scratch.
And so I keep this trophy,
To remind myself of some good I’ve done,
Because at some point in my failed life,
I know there’s something I must have won.