90 MINUTES OF LIFE

1st min
The whistle was blown when the doctor yelled ''push!''.
The pass was given when the nurse cut the umblical cord.
Free kick
Ouch
Blood everywhere,
So I won a free kick.
This game just started ''bloodily''
I was the ball,
They played me from half to half.
So they called me ''bouncing baby boy''.
Ignorant of the insults I rained on them, they smiled while I shed tears.
They said, ''This baby is from Heaven''.
I agreed.
Cos the door I came through was very narrow; so I came head first.
Dribbling.
They kept me in a sac called amiotic.
Waiting for me to join the statistic.
But 45mins into the game, I became artistic.
Wanting the best in life made me optimistic.
Half time.
Talk with my God.
Where do I go?
How do I go?
When do I go?
2nd half.
Good job
Good wife
Good children.
That's all I need.
Final minutes.
Now, they play me in the 18yard box.
Ready to kick me into the wood-like net.
Replay.
My will...check
My life insurance...check
My after life...check
Now, they can score.
Suspense
So they kicked me into the net
And carried me on 4 strong, but drunk shoulders.
Into the ground
89th minute
Fans, crying
Coach, welcoming
Myself, scored
Full time

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