One of a kind

I love my basketball,
I play with him during my leisure,
He’s something I adore,
Something I deeply treasure

When I saw him, I loved him,
Knew he had to be mine,
I couldn’t leave him there
Or get him out of my mind

But the gold and grape purple colour,
Are fading, going pale,
It makes him look so old,
It makes him look so stale

Although it’s just been years,
It feels like centuries,
He’s been played with and signed
And holds good memories

A lot of people have basketballs
But this one, this is mine,
Although there may be others,
My ball is one of a kind