Life’s Goal Posts
We are a complete team unto ourselves
We know the Offence strategy
The Defence necessity
We start our game
Not knowing if we are fit enough
To last through the often-grueling time ahead
We try to test the opposing forces
Our id crouches
A run into a fortified line of superego determinate
We take to the air
Floating a hope
Watching effort fail
Then…
Time takes its toll
We are in our final quarter
We have scored successes
We have endured failures
We stand ready for the final minutes
We often take a deep breath
Knowing the mind and body
Appreciate the change up
Yet understand
Time continues ticking
Moving the goal posts
Will make little difference
Too little time left
Only an opportunity
To keep one’s head held high
As the game has been played fairly
And whether accolades
Or disappointment prevails
We have the choice
To believe everything is as it should be
Or that we feel we’ve been cheated
Other players remind us
The end of the game
Is just the beginning of preparation
For tomorrow’s challenge
And yes…
When the family’s mascot nods
Shakes its horns
And mouths something
We know not the meaning
But…
It lets us leave the game’s arena
Accepting the smile we feel
Knowing we played our hearts out
With relentless passion, dedication and effort
Knowing the goal posts aren’t made to be moved.
Breath easy
You have played the quarters knowing the game’s longevity rules govern
Time has had a good run.
Comparing a game of football with a life is a nice analogy. I've often noted how famous quarterbacks, thinking they still have it, move on from their championship teams to lesser teams in need of their services. Only to fail miserably. It's really sad to see them make that mistake.
Ron