From a great height
You began to fall
A twirling flight
With no recall
Future soccer star
A goal machine
With raking dribbles
Talent unreal.
One by one
Defenders fall
To the drop shoulder
Two footed roll
Applause from touchline
Lined with scouts
Hes something special
The voices shout.
Slowly
Sometimes unseen
This talent wavered
From what it had been
Missed training sessions
The glassy eyes
The begining
Of a slow decline.
No more soccer
Just more drugs
Seventeen years old
He hit the dust
Crime and homelessness
On to jail
But those who saw him
Cannot but fail.
To remember the talent
The golden times
What could have been
Now draped in lies
In a prison cell
To rot away
Fantastic goals
In memory lay.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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There are some who have had great careers ahead of them that threw it all away to go to jail and then there are those that came from jail to make a great career. Mike Tyson, Johnny Cash, Merle Haggard. Well done
thanking you much appreciated comments
You are most welcome
So sad,,,,,Your poem explores the rise and fall of a young soccer player whose immense talent is overshadowed by personal struggles, including substance abuse and crime. It reflects on the potential that was lost due to choices and circumstances, ultimately leading to a tragic decline.
thanking you, comments much appreciated
Good write N. Did he get too big for his boots? And did you stagger back in amazement at that the wit in that pun there?! lol.
I staggered and fell back, TWICE ! lol thanks for reading
Heehee. Do your witticisms know no end? Like mine?! lol.
Maybe, or you bring them out in me lol
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