soccer tryouts

Wishes To have been a failure from the start So dismay would Scream more silently And mediocrity bite less savagely So the patience, Cowering in the shadows of their greatness Would be routine, A familiar weight, A feather, Time eroded. Eyes accustomed to admiring Jagged blades of grass And bitterly scuffed cleats. Cleats bought in vain For lack of chance to bestow their blessing, Purpose Still Knowing they can. Wishing they would.