There they were,
Sitting in the living room,
Watching the television as a yardball game
Starring Denard Robinson appears on the screen.
Enthusiasm illuminates the room
As Michigan begins to play their game.
At every play, tension grows;
At every fumble, a curse;
At every interception, a groan;
At every penalty, a boo;
At every pass interference, a complaint.
At every first down, a high-five;
At every completed pass, a small cheer;
At every touchdown, manic euphoria;
And at the end of the game, hysterical applause.
But as the game ends,
The winners gloat
As the losers moan,
Trying to make a point.
But life goes on as the
Insignificance of the game is long forgotten.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice commentary through out but at the end concluded heavily...with a message beautiful Justin