All Is Fine

All is fine, all is the same,
Just playing the good old game,
Running, jumping, tumbling about,
but now I seem to be in doubt—
My head hurts, not sure why,
It has brought a tear to my eye.

Now I'm sitting on the side,
But I really have nothing to hide.
The game ended, the team has gone hence,
But I have been left behind on the bench—
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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