Coach of a sport, the coach of my life.
The confidence you walk,
the positive way you talk,
the anger you never yell,
the help when your players fell,
I see the passion in your eyes burning like a fire,
you think I see you as a coach but more than that I admire,
at the end we fell apart,
but coach you will forever be in my heart.
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