Time when playing soccer was my ways
Those very memorable childhood days
My hobby as a boy on the rise was football
That if without God's doing I'll be yonder tall
Above the limit sky doing the good damage
For my abode, to thrill the whole county's average
Today, I often sit solo muse and gauge
The impact of my foot to the hand am fate
Thus stress and happiness my mind engage
But I hoist up from it, not to shoe late
Seeing my mates making it happen
Instill commitment, hail the gift of the pen
History shouldn't be ignored, mind didn't elude
It's as if yesterday, fresh anywhere I stood
My psyche on the rise, stressful yet am call nice dude
Thus as usual, I keep in my happy sad mood.
(mo tha writer)
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