Best Among the Best
I laid down upon the shore
of my bed,
and dreamed of a world i
set ablazed.
I heard the great shouting
and roaring of my name,
as i kept playing the
beautiful round leather
game.
The electrifying emotion on
the pitch,
and the extraordinary
feeling off the pitch,
Made me the best.
Even when faced with a
hard test,
i had no option than
victory,
cos wen am on the pitch, i
cause my opponent misery.
The smooth texture of the
grasses,
brought me happiness from
the masses.
The joy of winning every
match,
brought even more tougher
opponent attach.
Every game had something
to play for,
and when i don't get a
chance to play, makes me
bore.
Hearing the screeming of
my name from the fans,
only makes my opponent
feel banes.
I just want to tell the whole
world,
that i am the best in
everything i does in the
world.
Copyright © Stanley Oguh | Year Posted 2013
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