Beautiful Obsession - Poem by Brian Richardson
Running around in the August heat,
Nothing but green grass beneath my feet.
Between the lines marked by fives,
Only the strongest survives.
With Him watching from above,
I endlessly play the game I love.
He is where I get my power,
Pouring down like a rain shower.
Victory is the only way,
No other reason to play.
My only confession,
It is my beautiful obsession.
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