Look good,feel good,play good
The coaches mantra
A hymnal for the young men
Sunday best
That first impression impression

An incline to please
A desire to sway
An urge to please
A limit in vocab is an art of itself

A service of fools
I'm sorry to say
Amongst them I breath
Being the biggest of all.

Lacking and lagging in my contribution
Contribution I deem to be sacred.
So much so that I dress my best
Present myself
Denounce my thoughts
Proclaim my faith
Project my voice
Unfulfilled hypocrisy
A tradition to follow
A guilt to continue
Pushed by unseen force
Unseen force with no force.

Unmask the guilt
The force disappears
Sunday best unhinged
My attendance unchecked
A battle field in my bind - mind
Blame it on the bloodshed
Guilt still residing
Conclusion,Remembrance

A humanistic urge to please
Unneeded before His pure eyes
Eyes that see before we seen
Trouble in our wasted efforts.
Even after the halt we go on.

A body prepared as a Sunday best
The garments unhinged
The body on the field
The battlefield with all the bloodshed.