Out Of Bounds Poem by Daniel Y.

Out Of Bounds



Some people live like
life is a court
and they don't see the lines
because they're just painted on
and they steal the ball and run away
because they don't want to play anymore.

Monday, September 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 02 September 2014

This strikes as a Poem of Patience to the Nth degree, and then just one more occurrence and WHAM! there s no patience left. So the much put-upon speaker is just one or at best two or three incidents from that break down. The analogy of sports and life works because both share (in the language of sports) a playing field, a book of rules, a set of skills and a cooperative spirit. Any missing component will sink the effort.

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