The match is approaching for time has now passed;
He eats a quick meal – knowing it to be last.
The field it is awaiting within thick fog and lights –
He knows that tonight is sure to be a fight.
He gets on a knee and says a quick prayer;
He does it so swiftly – this occasion not rare.
The field now approaches, ominous yet serene –
He sees his team waiting, their strength to be seen.
The ball is kicked and soars like a hawk;
And bodies collide with a thud and a shock.
A fight it turns out – their opponent of great size,
But his team presses forward with a fearless disguise.
Hard hits are given and he takes a few;
But he presses on, for his brothers do to.
Win or loss, fallen or tall,
He walks off the field having given it all.