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The Game

Soccer practice was today.
And I missed it.
Soccer practice was today,
I used to want to ditch it.

Soccer.
I love it.
I don't know why.
I just do.
Soccer.
The skill is not built,
But given to you,
As a gift,
To use it well,
And to listen to your heart,
And to honour and respect it,
To dedicate yourself to it.

Tp practice, to hone your skills,
You can build those on,
After you know you're meant to play.

I used to have the heart,
To get me through the game.
I lost it for a few weeks,
And couldn't figure out why.
I felt lost.
And miserable.
Then, somehow,
I gained it back,
And was much stronger than before.
I love the game.

Soccer.
I love it.
I don't know why.
I just do.
I love the game.
And get out and play, when ever I am allowed to.

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"Today, Tomorrow, and Every Day After"

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  • star crossed
    November 30, 2007

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    Love for a game, this is definetly a new take on love for me. Nice poem. Thanks for entering and good luck!