Lone Wilderbeest Poem by John Sensele

Like a pride of lions on the offensive
Attack in unison twenty four seven.
Like a lone wilderbeest in a mood pensive
You diminish your impact to reach heaven
When you discount partners' accounts by eleven
Aiming to play soccer alone, to score a goal
In the D zone from a tight angle and the ball
Flies twenty centimetres above the upright;
You rue chances spurned and your soul
Aches because your blunders loses your team's fight.