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Daily Archives: 5 December 2014
I’m told in certain circumstances in tournament soccer play, it can be advantageous to lose a game so that you play a weaker opponent next, and a stronger opponent plays a stronger opponent, possibly losing, thus allowing you to play the weaker team and win. I suppose it is possible that under certain circumstances, a tie would be advantageous, and possibly a 0 – 0 tie. That supposition is a required backdrop for this poem.
The hour appears to draw near
When the game clock sings
And the crowd will cheer;
And I will leave the field a victor,
Despite the score being zeros.
Not by my being a hero, no.
By: my fear of the unknown,
the strength side of my weakness,
my ultimatum uncommunicated, unfulfilled.
All shots on the goal missed;
Some deflected, others poorly timed,
And some badly aimed.
And though time remains,
I’m like a quarterback
Kneeling after the snap;
I must keep the ball
And watch the clock expire,
For fear a warning dream
Becomes my future,
And I don’t wake with a scream.
I must watch the clock run out,
From self-respect on a two-way street,
Where what’s good for the goose—
You may think I’ll be tired,
Running around in circles
Trying to keep the ball away;
But the only circles I’ll be running
Will be the ones in my mind.
There’s but two on the field:
The goalie and me.
Guarding the goal, the goalie won’t yield;
Never engaging me to take the ball.
I cannot enter the goal box,
So I set the ball at mid-field,
And slowly back away;
Still, the goalie won’t engage.
© 2014 H.K. Longmore