Soccer Game

An Attack on the Youthlessness

From the Whole of My Heartedness

....

When a soccer ball is a fire ball

A tree becomes a mountain

Embracing our youth

Requires no fountain

Between the REAL stuff

Is the GOOD stuff

Race

Even if you know you can win

Run backwards

Keep it interest in

A child - tiny in size

Is huge in possibility

Something we can all afford

Trade your size

For their possibility

And share the reward

If a child screams

Scream with them

Louder

If they cry

Draw for them

A flower

Change the moment

Guide their truth

It's theirs - They own it

But they'll share their youth

Let them fly in a waiting room

Swerving and abrupt

Forget the disapproving stares

Who cares if you disrupt

Who says:

The floor isn't for sitting?

The train isn't for singing?

The walls aren't for coloring?

Life is just a bunch of objects

And the beings existing within them

Let's not take it too seriously

Honestly

I mean, sure!

Let's have a sense of space

A sense of responsibility

A sense of morals, values, and goals

Let's have a sense of style and manners and cleanliness

But between all that

Before and after all that

On top of all that

Let's have a sense of humor!

Let's have a sense of play!

Let's play!!

Let's freakin play!!!

Grab a kid and imagine with them

Make them smile

Forget about yourself for a tick tock

And rock their world for awhile

Believe what they conceive

For just a moment

Hone it

And it could be

Possibly

Maybe

Most likely

An endeavor

that changes their world forever

I mean...

That's all there really is, right?

Ever.

What are you for?

Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.