Metaphor For Life Poem

Metaphor for Life Poem
The game starts before the whistle. It starts with my cleats. I take my time choosing the right shoes, after all, I have to move, and move like the wind. I attack, I send the ball to the back of the net. I send the ball outside the goalie’s reach.
It starts with my cleats. It starts with getting ready. It starts with me focusing on what I need to do. Put the ball in the back of the net, just outside the goalie’s reach. Without the cleats, I can’t move. I can’t attack the goalie’s net.
It starts with getting ready. It starts with thinking ahead and planning. It starts with wanting to win. It starts with getting ready to win. You’re careful with picking your shoes. You’re careful about picking everything. After all, that’s what the game is about.