I play basketball
Though I'm not good at it at all.
My dribbles are wrong,
My passes doesn't travel long,
My catches are not sure,
My shots are impure,
My team mates use words as their armaments,
The viewers pass comments,
My matches I lose,
What I hear is only boos
But to try again and again is the only thing I choose.
In the core of my heart there is a will
That tells me to improve still.
Hey,this is really cool!!!
ReplyDeleteI know what a great talent you are bcoz I'm a horrible poet ;)
Keep the good work up :D
hey, thanks a lot :) you know, you are the first one to comment on my blog. I don't think you are horrible at poetry. Just give it try. Thanks again for cheering me my blog-mate!! :)
ReplyDeleteI will do and you're welcum :)
ReplyDeleteAnytime :D
A poet wanting to turn an athlete??? hmmmm.....
ReplyDeleteA poet still wanting to be a better basket ball player! A poet who will become the best basket ball player one fine day!
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