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The One Made of Many

Soccer is life. You win some and you lose some, But there is always a way to make up from your mistakes. Your coach, he is the one to fix your mistakes to make you a better player. He is the one to bring the team together, As one. The one to tell you to go to extra training. The one who makes the ball your best friend. All to help you as a player, To make you and your team better. It’s all up to you to listen though. He can not make you do anything, but he encourages you to. When you don’t listen, he is disappointed and he might bench you, But you learn your lesson and do the best you can to make up from your mistakes. He is always there for you to ask questions on how to get better, Without judgement. The expectation is not a perfect performance, but a perfect effort. Your team is like the one made of many. The one that is supported by your coach. It makes it easy if you work together to win. To achieve your goal. The one that has all different kinds of talents, and won’t be completed without those skills. The one that completes yourself. The one you couldn't live without. The goal, the one that your coach leads your team to work together to get the target. This is how you win. What brings you even closer to your team, Which is even harder to imagine. Bam! Your team celebrates after in a huddle. You did it for your team, not yourself, Which makes all the difference. In the end, if you give your perfect effort, at the end of the game, You will not remember your mistakes, But the amazing plays that you made for your team. The ones that you will be remembered by. Free verse style only- Emile Pinet

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Date: 1/15/2019 12:01:00 AM
Erin, good luck in the contest. This metaphor reminds us that we are all working toward the same goal, and that is the only way to win this game called life. Nicely done. Welcome to Poetry Soup, my friend.
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