Sports is Not Art

What may not be seen
In the light
May never see
The noon of the night
Time skies
And how they fade away
Into day
Into tomorrow
Into the sun that
Rises over dawn
What does it
Have to say?

Why do you
Limit yourself?
To such a small
Canvas when theres
A lot to be said
It uses less paint
Than most and
Takes up less space
And theres a
Place on my wall
Where it fits the best

What we do later
Depends on
What the weathers like
Lets not let
The moon replace the sun
Lets not let
The day go to waste
Lets make use of
What we have left



Credits
Writer(s): Hunter White
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