“If you bruise, you lose!” my brother said.
“Don’t feel bad, you could’ve been dead!”
For some silly reason, it didn’t make me feel better
as my bloodied nose made my shirt get redder
and my two front teeth strewn on the street,
(how can I function without my front teef?)
Touch football games from pole to pole
and an errant pass throw out of control
Not another kid alive would be so dumb
To take a dive to catch one thrown into the gravel.
Sliding face first up the curb, abrasions and all,
It’s amazing I even hung onto the ball.
But with my face battered and my tongue sticking through,
I looked so raccoon with my face black and blue!
© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013