Overtime

It looks like we are going into overtime, folks.

During regulation, the game was played without fear or
hesitation. Both teams fought, blocked, ran, stole, and shot
lights out. Fans almost had to get their lighters out.
Empty the gas tank and tie those shoes tight. One ship
will sink. One team will win, right? One team will take
flight straight to Disneyland, and the other will go home
with a fine-tooth comb: looking for what went wrong.
After all four quarters, overtime is a tall order. After long,
the game was stopped after one coach threw a chair.
The other coach pulled the ref’s hair. 50-50 with 50 seconds
left in overtime lit on the sign. The game was delayed,
and no fans stayed. Anyway, both teams left the building
before overtime was finished. No one won, but it is fine;
only some of us are lucky enough to live and see overtime.


Warrior

He who fights does what’s right.

He who weeps loses sleep.

He who sleeps loses sight.

He who fights makes it right.

He who runs avoids the sun.

He who sits understands himself.

He who cries ends up wise.

He who lies loses size.

He who travels seldom unravel.

He who loves notices doves.

He who seeks isn’t weak.

He who helps needs help himself.

He is lost but knows what’s right.

He is searching all day and night.

He is learning to narrow his sight.

He is turning darkness to light.

He has fought with nothing lost

to become a warrior in his battle.

He was trained to win his fight –

to beat enemies who appear in life.