Sports
I hate you but you’re necessary.Necessary for most to live.
Without your distraction life would be dull
For most. And though I can live without you
Those most cannot. They need your sway.
They need you to fill their days.
They need the mettle that you provide.
They need the passion, for most men lack it.
They pass their time from wake to sleep
In a daze until they make their way
To the pub, emboldened by drink,
Wanting brotherhood, wanting able ears
To hear what is in their hearts.
But then the screen’s turned on.
20 some able bodied men
Run and chase a ball. And most cheer.
I can do without it, but not most.
And when one scores a goal
The whole crowd roars and I do too.
I hate you but you’re necessary
And I can’t find it in my heart to hate
The necessary. So I applaud.
I applaud you for what you represent
For them, my kin, who lack the drive
But never the heart which wants to roar
That you provide. So take this poem
Though you won’t read it. There’s no place
For poetry in sports. But it exists there in
Anyway.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2025-10-22 at 17:53
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