My first love

The ball spoke and I learned to listen.

Dribbling through cones, playing with

broken bones, soccer never goes, and 

it knows. Running in the soccer field is 

like riding a bike where you're free wihout

a worry. The ball is there when I am happy or

when I am sad. When I wanted to or when I did not.

Time flies by but soccer stands by.

-Uriel