in my arena.
My game is free to watch, for all who want to come.
It seems I should have thought to charge
Or at least note where their watching from.
The mystery of my game
is what excites me the most
every day is new for me,
with hopes to end in post
My stadium is often full,
but not with only fans.
My guess is half of those who watch,
do so to see me miss.
They won't be disappointed,
errors are always on my list.
Those who come just once
seem to think I am great,
but those with season tickets
wait around for my mistakes.
Some crowds can't wait to point -
"You just have missed the ball",
"you tripped, hey too slow, "
rest assured ....I always feel my fall.
With each foul I give myself the bench.
I sulk, I groan and practice my very best "I Quit!"
My self doubts are an unwelcome guest
yet I still invite them every time
Time spent sulking on my bench
magnifies a penny to a dime.
Just when the opposing crowds
seem to get just what they want.
A slip, fall or proof I'm real.
A wave from the other side makes the opposing crowd sit still.
I hear a small "go get them!"
the other side begins the wave
Foam fingers, flags and shouting - "Be Brave!".
"Hey don't stop, get off that bench.
you're doing just fine.
I never took the time to cheer
I thought you got cheering all the time"
And just when I think I am
taking my ball and heading for my home
the bench seems too hard to sit here sulking all alone.
I start to miss the action on the field
and others that I meet.
My gifts are not to win each time
but that I get up out of my seat.
My skills are different, "special" some even say
I notice the little things in a very big way.
I seem to do my best
when I smile and my step has a skip
all while get some spectators to do a seat change flip.
"Come to the other side." I say
"It is so much more fun to stand and cheer
or even do something crazy and
stand in the center, right here!"
You too can feel that joy (and pain)
of trying to do more.
Go ahead get out in the middle and start to wiggle.
We might be more sensitive with each other if we did.
But if you like the side of the stadium in which you sit
if starting something only gives you something to quit
to you I say ::
You will never know just how if feels to try, to win, more often lose
until you walk in my size 10 pink ribbon tied shoes.