Some sports are good to watch on TV at night.
Players muscular from both teams interweave
In challenging zest of contest, with the referee
Neutral, but ever-watchful of fair-play by the rules,
Rather than by skilled ploys, passes, headers and the score.
Time passing is more relevant, not the outcome.
Winners and losers are equalized. The game goes on.
For spectators remote like me, passive participants,
The handy TV remote is the instrument to prize;
And the brilliance of floodlit incandescence,
When a lone player moves in star-fish patterns
Of slanted shadows lost in the huddle. Win or lose,
He knows the game goes on for the sporting kind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem