![]() the praise we should have gaveA Poem by shoaib
I remember Tommy like it was yesterday
He was the skinniest and always last when picked to play It wasn’t that he was the worst or best, it just always happened that way And I was always the captain and could have changed it any day… Tommy was passionate about what he loved but didn’t have the guts to say Hey, just for once don’t pick me so last you forget to ever call my name But for some reason we just didn’t change We all acknowledged he was there and that he tried his hardest in every game And it was never for the trophies or even the accolades Maybe I should have given him a hand and even the well deserved praise But instead we kept quiet and just watched him thinking… he isn’t that bad for his frame And he got better with each game he played He ran harder and faster than any of us could train Then picking him last sort of became like a game We wanted to pretend like he was still the same because of his gawky frame But the truth is… we were unable to meet his gaze And then one day… Tommy just didn’t show up to play He hadn’t said a word to any of us and then the skies turned gray So we convinced ourselves to go home and said the rain was to blame But without Tommy… how could that game even be played? The teams would be uneven and winning just wouldn’t mean the same We always knew that day may come, but we weren’t ready when it came And the next day we set up a game with one sub and pretended it was all okay Because we didn’t want to see the impression we portrayed I went home feeling so guilty because I admired him from a distance but just couldn’t say… thanks… I felt like it was just to little to late and for that the burden I’ll always pay Because we each had our reasons for not thanking Tommy but admired him every day And as much as we wanted to dislike him we just couldn’t hate the kid trying to obtain The respect of his peers more than the fame, yet we read him like we knew what he had to say The truth is we didn’t have the guts so we remained quiet and he stomached the pain I still feel the burden of Tommy’s pain because maybe if I wasn’t so high on myself I would say “Hey man, great game” and today I wouldn’t carry the shame of never offering the praise he had gained © 2011 shoaibAuthor's Note
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Added on May 24, 2011Last Updated on May 24, 2011 Author![]() shoaibmiami, FLAboutyou can call me S. I'm a 26 year old artist from boston, now living in miami more..Writing
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