by David Aaron White

Created on: December 11, 2007   Last Updated: July 29, 2008

I dropped the ball
We could have won it
The team's first trophy
In fifty-eight years

It's a funny feeling
How much I was pitied
The coach didn't yell
He just gave a sad smile

My dad shook his head
My mom patted my back
My sister wouldn't look at me
But nobody was angry
With me
Except for me

Because through my failure
I didn't just fail my mentors
I had failed myself
And that's what hurts the most

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