Secondhand Skates

Ever since I remember, I took to the ice

Skates two sizes big, I’d stumble then glide

Falling each time in a snowbank’s embrace

I picked myself up on my secondhand skates

If the rink was too busy, we’d play in the street

Frozen manure all the puck we would need

Or we’d scrimmage out back in the yard until late

The crisp echo of ice under secondhand skates

He caught my eye across the café

And we walked to the rink, feeling shy all the way

But I knew that I’d found a boy I could date

As we soared round the oval on secondhand skates

Too young to sign up and ship over to France

How lucky were we to live by chance

Where schoolyard scuffles evaporate

With a good game of hockey on secondhand skates

When our friend Johnny Bucyk he made the big league

Boy, we couldn’t be prouder, we all did succeed

To imagine first class coming out of this place

And remember his grace on secondhand skates

If you turned up your nose at us, we didn’t care

In our hand-me-down coats, so neatly repaired

Knowing what comes from hard work and kind fate

Never mind that you started on secondhand skates

When I look back upon it, I’d never erase

All the friendship and joy on my secondhand skates