Athletic. Poem by Shiron Vick

I dropped the ball. Yes, sometimes I do. I have not been on the field for long, so sometimes I do. I do not always remember dates and times and what happened last year. I recall the day you took my ring, how much it cost and where we went.
At times you are smarter, I can admit the truth. You remember incidents and occurrences and who said what to whom. It's not that I don't care and yes I am concerned, I just concentrate on particular fires so none of us get burned.
I forgot the grass, I forgot to call, I forgot your friends' plans but I did not neglect to always hold your hand. I will get better, I work out daily, I am ready to start in the game; I am your star player with a long term contract and together we will be in the hall of fame.