The Beautiful Game

Many people waiting to see

The wonder that is about to take place.

Seeing the colors of different cultures,

On the skins of the many people.

Representing we are all the same,

We come together and show our support,

Although of different ideas,

We can all agree on this.

As they dance and work together,

We chant and cheer

Hoping for our representatives to triumph,

But if they don't,

We still chant and cheer.

In the open arena,

There are flags being waved and chants being sung,

Making the perfect atmosphere

Of the amusement loved by many.

It doesn't matter whether you're on the winning side,

Or the losing side.

We support you through thick and thin,

Not to mention in the end,

We all enjoy what we all love.


Soccer is the world,

We can't live without it.

I can't live without it.

Now let's go enjoy what I call the beautiful game.



This poem is about: 
Our world



I wonder if I mentioned that I can't live without soccer? XD

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