Injury Poem by Brian Aji

You're doing great,
Nothing can go wrong,
It seems like fate,
Your life a movie, a song.

You keep it up,
Nothing slows you down,
People ask, 'What's up? ',
'Anything but a frown.'

But then one day,
One cold, rainy day,
Your doctors say,
'Sorry, you can't play.'

You sit in shock,
Filled with sadness,
A tick and a tock,
Now it becomes madness.

It wasn't your fault
But you still have to pay,
Lock your blessings in a vault,
It might pay off some day.

Weeks before you start the countdown,
Until the day when you get the all-clear,
Music arouses from what once was a bland sound,
Music that you love to hear.

This music of hope,
This music of joy,
The hope of a pope,
The joy of a boy.

The time has now come,
Celebration!
Go back, do your thing,
DOMINATION!