They played soccer with
An old sock filled with cloth
On burned out grounds
Goals denoted by two sticks
And still they played
Sometimes they hesitantly smiled
Having long forgotten how to laugh
Ninety year old eyes
In nine year old faces
And still they played
Weary eyes knowingly searching
The sky all around
Never stopping to listen
For the telltale sounds
And still they played
Souls hardened by death
Bodies already conditioned
To scamper at the
First sign of danger
And still they played
They played soccer
With childlike abandon
Knowing it could be
Their last game
And still they played