The world holds you in place
Like a place marker ready for play
Earmarked for the shot into the abyss
Quivering in the chilly wind
On display for all to see
As tribute to those that lost
A symbol of what once was,
An avarice of derogatory defamation
Now all that remains: a single shot
Where will you land, in the field
A far, wide and forgotten hit,
Or a winning symbol of dignity?
Swings there may be many,
But where you land,
That’s up to you.
be the Goal!