Life as a Spectator Sport -------------------------------------------
WHen its kickoff time
The tension is high
The thrill of the pint
The chase and the hunt
IT's just a game they'll say
From sun up
TIll down
But has anyone ever really won
There's three seconds left
Fourth Quarter, Three downs
Do we run it in
Or go for the field goal
Sweating bullets
They let the ball fly
While I'm
Sitting on the sidelines
Watching colors flash by
Lookin on like no other
Ambilancy at it's best
Only comprehending
Life as a spectator sport
It's not a game for us all
So i'll live vicariously
Flying with no purpose
like that ball
again...great vocab.
I liked it but wasn't completly blown away like the last poem I commented on. however it was just as good. I enjoyed the ending, though the beginning was a little awkard. overall...a good poem.
-Rachel:)
Submission Name: Life as a Spectator Sport 
