The Referee
All he wanted was for the world to play fair,
The rules are clear if people would look.
Instead, cheaters prospered and left him back there.
They gained prominence, ignoring the Book.
He first tried to help when his parents would fight,
Offering a peacemaker’s role to their ire.
They looked right through him, a sad oversight,
Then divorce buried his heart in mire.
He grew up, he married, he vowed to change things,
Make a family perfect for the world to see.
He provided and nurtured, taught his household to sing,
At the park, he was a referee.
The parents in leagues, and the coaches there too,
Acknowledged his love of the game.
Yet, they on the sidelines would mock and stew,
Throwing epithets at him and his name.
The world is not fair, won’t play by the rules
He’s older and he sees that’s just fate.
Some people are kind, some people are cruel,
Standing tall, he smiles amid hate.
Stephanie
This poem is a sample of what poetic accomplishment is made of; and how a Poet pays the poetic dues with diamond's words.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Be always safe,
Karen
Micke
Regis
Sadly, in today's age of children often being in sports only to glorify their parents and parents picking fights with other parents and/or the referees, it is nice to remember that the referees, themselves, still value, cherish, and honor the game, for the love of the sport and nothing else.
Thank you for sharing this poem.
Jill
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.