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 © | Year Posted 2011

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July 1, 2011 at 11:10 PM
Great sounding poem but I don't know what Shaolin football means. Good luck in the contest. I was raised near Cando N. Dak which was East of Minot and I think about 100 miles away. Thanks for your comments. Love, Joyce
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