Sports Poem
I'm DJ Tanner, I play football. It's what I do. Most guys on my team wouldn't even consider writing a poem in their spare time but this morning our coach gave a speech that really said something to me. So I decided to write, and this is what I came up with.
What Was Going Through Your Mind?
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Dj Tanner
Whats going through your mind when your running up the side, only 1 man to beat?
When he runs fast you'll run faster, can he take the heat?
Whats going through your mind when the X is open for the 40 yrd touchdown pass?
He catches the ball and you hope this moment will always last.
What are you thinking about when there is a hole the size of Texas on the 28 toss?
What are you thinking about when you sack the QB for an 18 yrd loss?
Whats going through your mind when coach is yelling at you for dropping the ball?
Why is it that on kickoff you got stopped at the first wall?
Coach told your parents before the season that you would most definitely letter.
You gotta learn from your mistakes, always making yourself better.
Your a good player, but you got a big head, you think your the best.
You don't listen during practice or do the drills, why you so different from all the rest?
Whats going through your mind when everything starts to go bad?
What are you thinking about when you miss what you once had?
Your gettin buried in the depth chart, grades slippin, where'd it all go?
You start to drink, thinking, who's gonna know?
You weren't a team player, you were only out there for yourself.
What was going through your mind when you saw there were no trophies on the shelf?
When he runs fast you'll run faster, can he take the heat?
Whats going through your mind when the X is open for the 40 yrd touchdown pass?
He catches the ball and you hope this moment will always last.
What are you thinking about when there is a hole the size of Texas on the 28 toss?
What are you thinking about when you sack the QB for an 18 yrd loss?
Whats going through your mind when coach is yelling at you for dropping the ball?
Why is it that on kickoff you got stopped at the first wall?
Coach told your parents before the season that you would most definitely letter.
You gotta learn from your mistakes, always making yourself better.
Your a good player, but you got a big head, you think your the best.
You don't listen during practice or do the drills, why you so different from all the rest?
Whats going through your mind when everything starts to go bad?
What are you thinking about when you miss what you once had?
Your gettin buried in the depth chart, grades slippin, where'd it all go?
You start to drink, thinking, who's gonna know?
You weren't a team player, you were only out there for yourself.
What was going through your mind when you saw there were no trophies on the shelf?
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