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The Boy

Boy so young,

Had his life in his hands

With the plans of playing soccer in college

Just one accident took that all away

His friends stayed by his bedside

Getting ready to say their final goodbyes.

 

They stay,

So he won’t be lonely

They sit and start desperately praying

That he will pull through

And this life won’t end so shortly.

 

They’re men.

“Tough guys.”

So they refuse to show their tears

Behind their shocked.

Broken. Hearts.

Their minds are left

Racing with thoughts,

 

Boy so young,

Had his whole life in his hands

With plans for his future,

Just one accident took that all away.

Life is truly only a temporary state.

 

All we can do now is pray.

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Written by
Jeanmariepoems
21 / F
Published
Nov 18, 2020
Lines·Words
24·121
Tags
#senior#high#school#boy#soccer#tragedy#fear
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