An old poem of mine (Dedicated to someone special)

'One-Two One-Two Zero-Two (12/12/02)

I was running towards a goal,
having a ball with the one I was most fond of,
with confidence and comfort in the side I was on.

And as the yards went on,
I would go longer on the run,
with blissful ignorance that our time together was limited,
even more so when I had a substitute
but eventually the truth becomes one-two one-two zero-two
when you take your ball and go home.