What i sit that is amiss...?
A vacation...
Sometime with friends...
with someone special...
The whistle sounds the start of play
Shrill and loud, for every player to hear.
But one player oblivious to what is on
Stares straight at the goal, 'loss I fear!'
The kick off and the ball is everywhere...
woken from the romance of his end
He moves swift, agile and aggressive
faked a right and left, tripped and a hard descend.
Never did he get up to finish the game
Self engrossed he cries in his own defeat
The match can never be replayed
And he kicks himself on his own selfish feat.
He was once loved by a girl very beautiful
Ignored her presence and moved on
Today he sits smoking his pipe and rocking on a chair
Old and miserable, he tripped twice and now she's gone.
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