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Ode to a Soccer Ball
We kick it, we pound it,
We loft it, we ground it -
It's always there, ready for more.
We bounce it, we head it,
Sometimes we forget it -
We wear it out, down to the core.
We juggle and pass it,
We punt it and blast it -
A wonderfully versatile sphere.
We guard it, we trap it,
We push it, we tap it -
We work with it year after year.
We fight it, respect it,
But never neglect it -
An object not easy to tame.
We live it, we breathe it,
We certainly need it -
Without it we don't have a game!
We kick it, we pound it,
We loft it, we ground it -
It's always there, ready for more.
We bounce it, we head it,
Sometimes we forget it -
We wear it out, down to the core.
We juggle and pass it,
We punt it and blast it -
A wonderfully versatile sphere.
We guard it, we trap it,
We push it, we tap it -
We work with it year after year.
We fight it, respect it,
But never neglect it -
An object not easy to tame.
We live it, we breathe it,
We certainly need it -
Without it we don't have a game!
»Every step I take
I leave a small piece of myself behind.
Soon there will be nothing left.«
I leave a small piece of myself behind.
Soon there will be nothing left.«
where does a promise go when you pretend it isn't there?
~GRAD '07~