A lonely boy with sporting attributes
Few friends to speak of is it an issue?
No time for girls without question
Busy training looking for perfection
School challenge is mathematics retention
Teachers knew there was a distraction
Boy was withdrawn unable to penetrate
Sport, sport, appears to be his fate
The friends he had were special
Coming that close not seen as essential
Days into nights all rehearsed
Off to school wait for the finish
Another day what can one say?
Weekend coming hip hooray
Sport the order of the day
People looking up to sporting heroes
After the game a different person
Shy withdrawn did not like questions
Just a smile and a shake of the hand
Then departs back to his silent land
Another day standing by a front gate
A girl walked by was this fate
She paused and turned causing alarm
Crossed the road ready to charm
Dark brown eyes looking right through
Her presence his inner thoughts calmed
All so quiet as he struggles to compose
She sits down upon his front wall
They talk and talk about the World
Then agree to meet again
Hand in hand they wandered afar
She has now become the armour that protects him
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