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The Locksmith

Rediscovering what it is
to be jobless, rent chews
through my dole payment.
Too many times have I
stepped aside, pulling my
hands back from that pass.

The football spirals through
the air, I know I can take it.
'It's mine' somebody says
and so I let it by me
only to be intercepted.
Ever since then, I've taken the
Initiative at every opportunity.

Knowing full well in my heart
that failure doesn't dictate
the comings and goings
of the passer's intentions.
This time I took to the air
and snatched the football.

Like reading a book I chose to
persevere with the infuriating
failures of the opening plot.
Taking that pass had me
thinking; throw the pass instead.
Perhaps somebody else will
snatch the ball instead.

When I came to the ground
landing within the try area
I stood up triumphant
took a right hook to the head
I simply smiled and said
'It'll be your try next'
Tacete
Written by Tacete (who-isthe-silence)
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