My ankle weak and full of pain
scared to lose all I’ve gained.
The things put into my career
money, love, hope, and fear.
The years of training could be gone
my future days spent on my lawn.
I’ll miss the ball so black and white,
the things I love held out of sight.
Gone will be the team that’s old,
none but my job is gone and sold.
They say that time is on my side,
but part of me has left or died.
I hate being the one that waits,
watches games outside the gates.
Soccer’s more than game to me,
the hurt, the teamwork that you’ll see.
And when it’s left or if it’s done,
you’ll see what this player’s become.