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Game of life

Contributed by silent on Thursday, 25th March 2004 @ 12:01:45 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

As we pull up our shorts, our socks, and shoes
We head out onto that vast open field
The whistle blows, and the game begins
Focus on the ball I hear, “no worries” I cry, “nothing will ever pass me by”

Running so fast, eyes on the ball, passing to others, they run and pass back to me
We need that goal, come on lets go, dig deeper, too many distractions
I need a more focused frame of mind
Family cheering at the sidelines, blocked out by the noise of the crowd, focus, no distractions

Damn the opposition is blocking us everywhere, but I am closer, time running out
I can feel we are nearly there, a victorious cry rises in my throat
The whistle blows for half time, score 0-0, break time
“That was great my dear”, “Stop distracting me I say, you are only in the way”
Need more focus, more depth, we can win this, I know we can

Play starts, and the race begins again
Now being blocked, but can see the way by, don’t really have to try
Ha, I can see more than you, the goal is coming closer, yes, more focus, more drive
“We are leaving the match, need to go”, shouted out by the crowd, I hear nothing
Don’t turn around and don’t turn back, it will all be worth it in the end

Getting close, on my own, I kick the ball, in it goes, score 1-0, we win
No, I win, no wait

GAME OVER

Never to be played again.

Copyright Â© silent ... [ 2004-03-25 12:01:45]
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Re: Game of life (User Rating: 1 )
by Remi on Thursday, 25th March 2004 @ 12:08:03 PM AEST
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I have not hear many talk about a game like that u wrote it so well I like the flow of it good write

remi

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