Street Soccer

All our feet were bare
And still soft against the tar
Our eyes fixed on the tattered ball,
Ears listening for a car
We'd have played all night too
The sun setting only could mar
The scuples of our zeal
To play on,and an
But one day,and just one day
nobody heard and noone saw
The speeding car sneaking behind Sabelo...
sent him flying,in the air...
So sure I saw him smiling
,being six or seven,I ran to him to ask
"Dude,how did thaat feel,you landed pretty hard tho,
But you flew bro!"
After he'd landed
And,never responded
"Haha,you can't sleep with your eyes open,quit playing mahn"
I'd never seen death
His head on my lap,
eyes wide open,
body not in motion
The car sped away
But it was Sabelo that I never saw again

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