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I stood for hours
Surrounded by
Tribal sounds
We stood against
We stood for something
Lifted up
Beaten down
And the mere presence
Of the opposition
Could easily determine
The rise and fall
Of the town
The prize was pride
And bragging rights
For one or two
Generations
And all this
Resting on the shoulders
Of #ELEVEN
Pulling up his trousers
Two hours
Before he would be
Sprinting down the wing
Like he was running
From the law
Past defenders
Running away from a husband
Who
Long ago
Stopped with the flowers
Stopped with the compliments
Because he forgot
Which side his bread was
Buttered on
The institution
Is now confused
Like a husband
Who forgot to pay
Attention
Child support
Complacency
Creeps in
When the first son leaves
And those left
Behind
Want to believe
More than the first
Who built this house
Anyways
And where can I leave
My boots
My shoes
So they know who I am
Angst and hope
Twisted into
A life saving
Rope
Thrown from a sinking
Boat
Where great goals
And dope
Are remembered
And forgotten
In equal measures
Don’t forget
To leave it all
Out there
On the field
Give it
All you got
Give it everything
Before you have to
Yield
The rest of your time
To a higher power
Fire’s out
Fire’s out
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