Man Up

Many are 6 feet under so we can do our things.  They won the wars, let's not spoil the spoils.  The passes were tight spirals, the handoffs were clean, put your thumbs down to bring it home.  Keep your eyes open, get up field.  Race.

Man up, man.  Stay cool and patient.  Wait for the words, they'll create puddles of thoughts.  Drain the clouds.  Say.

Unspoken, many returned and many won't talk, some can't talk.  They are heroes too.  These were their peeps, their gangs, their crowds, their buds.  Try to make them proud.  Live.