Tom.H

He is just a little boy

He waits in position with his heart pounding fast.

The ball is won, the pass made and the die is cast.

 

Mum & Dad can’t help him, he stands alone.

A catch, a dive for glory and his team has won.

 

He tries but the ball slips from his grasp.

A groan from the “supporters” and a head in hands gasp.

 

’He should never have been picked” shouts a thoughtless fan. 

Tears fill his eyes...this game is no longer fun.

 

Open your heart and give him a break.

In moments like this a man you can make.

Comments1

  • Goldfinch60

    Good moving write, some people just do not know the damage they can create with their words not matter what the circumstance may be.

    • Tom.H

      Thank you and no people can cause so much damage without realising

      • Tom.H

        Thank you and no people can cause so much damage without realising



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