The Death of a Dream
You are young, believing
you can be anything.
A veterinarian caring
An actor starring
The President taking charge
But me… I want to be a soccer player.
You grow older, believing
you can be anything.
On with the shin guards
Now time for the socks
Lace up the beloved
cleats
Time to go to practice.
You make sacrifices,
knowing you can be anything.
A repeated phrase
Said not with regret-
But with pride.
I can’t, I have soccer.
You keep playing, and the
plans change.
Soccer isn’t realistic
Think about your future
It’s time to grow up…
Is this what maturing means?
Can it really mean the death-
of a dream?
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