Finally playing his comeback match
after three months off the pitch through injury
given the opportunity to mark his return
when the ref blows loud for a penalty
He places the ball carefully on the spot
watching the keeper nervously prepare
he feels the same way but doesn't show it
no one will take this opportunity away from him
He barely hears the whistle
as he swings his right foot at the ball
as it leaves his boot he screams aloud
not from pain but sheer joy
as his shot beats the statuesque goal keeper
ending up in the top right corner
The rest of the match didn't seem to matter
neither did the other two goals he scored
as he felt like he was riding a wave to victory
all that mattered was his first shot
that signalled his recovery was complete
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem