So Close
It was a cold but clear day
and for some reason,
we didn’t come to play.
Maybe we wanted football to end,
Maybe we just weren’t good enough-
No.
If we weren’t good enough,
Defeat wouldn’t be so painful,
But as the game went on
Our hopes began to fade,
Our season was coming to an end.
We fought hard,
We played with heart,
But since we made mistakes,
It just wasn’t enough.
However it was enough
For one last play,
One play left from our own 20 yard line.
The field stood still
As the ball flew in the air like a jet,
But as it fell to the turf,
The pain began to kick in.
The pain of working all year,
In hot August,
And freezing November,
Only to lose by two points.
We came so close,
But there is nothing worse
Than to come this close,
Because close
DOESN’T COUNT
In football
Copyright © Sebastian Dzidkiewicz | Year Posted 2011
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