The field is empty

No care remains

With only the sound of wind

Carriying the whispers of names

They try to exaggerate the so called crime

Of failing to meet their standards

Disregardding my lack of time

The ball on the grass shifts terribly slow

Legs lack energy, motivation is low.

Yet they chose to blame the ones who are new

And avoid taking the responsibility or blame

For which them, is long overdue

I regret what happened

And wish I could go back

To a find a kinda team

With a sport for which I had a knack.