Shaolin Football
SHAOLIN FOOTBALL
Just like football I am well-rounded,
Bald, and a black-and-white character.
I allow myself to be kicked around by others,
Perhaps too much.
Occasionally I end up in a tangle
In a net, a trap, into which
Others have put me - my own silly fault.
I should be more assertive,
And not just sit there on the spot,
Like a victim awaiting execution,
While others take a run and kick me.
Seems to me that life is just one long game,
With puffed-up winners and dejected losers,
But when the whistle blows and time has run out,
I feel no victory or loss,
For I am a Shaolin football
And I sleep easy.
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Written for kristen bruni's Contest "Football"
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011
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