The day is all but a game
The day is all but a game
~
The day is all but a game
A sport for the living to endure
Tiresome and full contact
By the end you know you’ve been played
Weary bones and minds rest
Trying to recollect the highlights
Picking apart the analysis
So as that to understand
The result in this break in play
Substitutes no longer an option
The team of family and friends
Who trust and faith rely upon
All looking good on paper
The odds should be fairly stacked
But never taken as easy or granted
The daily game is tough
And experience requires endurance
The strong shine through
Battle scared and mentally worn
We are all pawns in this game
And in going to sleep
We have it won
poem by Matthew Holloway
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