What can we give each other, anyway?
There is nothing we get to keep.
The beer is drunk
the charcoal burnt
and last night is gone, I am
hitting the turf without a helmet
although I was chosen first,
with feasting and rejoicing.
Soon back to being hit, hard.
Do the young have the right idea
go for maximum contact
for maximum pay
and retire early?
This leads to the kind of damage
scientists have found
eats your brain
like a linebacker at a steakhouse
and there is no regrowing it.
There is nothing we get to keep
down after down the same
perhaps the ring will be enough?
The coach tells us to get back in the game
and stop thinking so much
and oh, we will, soon enough, for sure.