"ecchoing" poems
Ah, the mercurial female pursuit!
The greatest and the damnedest game
What stunning highs and cruel lows
Where patience is lost and hearts are claimed
To feel the the pleasure of the chase!
The pursuit is worth the heavy toil
Great angst and fear are put to shame,
Eclipsed by sweet romance's spoil
But what is this? It seems to me
The playing ground's all bare today
Except for stone-faced referees
None of the players have come to play
I'll have to turn about and leave
No man can play this game alone
It seems an awful waste but yea
I'll pack my things and head back home.
I've tried to play a number of times
Prepped and practiced, just in case
There'd be another player to play
A worthy foe for me to face.
And we are made to play, and win
This game that we've all known and seen
This challenge, unequaled! Upon the earth
The greatest sport that's ever been
My spirit falters, as time marches on
Diligence, heart, and patience all wilt
I know not why this all must pass
Is this the thing for which I was built?
But I believe that someday soon
The pitch will shine an ecchoing green
And on that day I'll play the game
Against a player as yet unseen.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 12:48 AM UTC