Thank You Papa and Mama

I may not have another shot at this

But while at it

Let me aim as wide as I can

And shoot as much as I can

Every shot

Though may not hit the spot

It’s felt by the borderlines

My skills are the better for it

Today’s another chance

At the take

Here, adorned in fleshy armour

Goggled eyes and blocked ears

I still hear

The cheering claps

The crowd of your singular heart

Willing me to make that shoot

Today,

I well up this moment

To say,

“Thank You, for giving me life!”