HERE IS MY POEM

“I, myself, was an athlete,

Where I walk through the gate,

Where we fight as one unity,

Where we look upon ourselves,

Where we trust men beside us,

Where we walk through white-line

We fight,

Walking through smelly locker room,

Getting ready to consume victory,

Devotion to win,

We walk,

We step through the gate,

The lights spark,

And we can barely open our eyes,

We see people cheering like barbarians,

Four warriors from each side stepping forward,

To middle of battle field,

Someone tossed the coin,

It sparked,

And it fell to the grassy field,

After winning the coin toss four warriors came back,

11 warriors on the field,

competeing against others

To me, football was a paradoxical sport:

It put two teams into intense competition,

yet success for each team

could only be achieved through true unity.”