A penny apron

A penny for your thoughts

And a penny during practice scrimmage

A pilgrimage to buy a sour pickle

For two dollars and a nickel

A quarterback drops back

For they forgot the play

But will bet a dollar, they’d throw a dime

Because they practice before play

As fickle as loose change,

We do change, do progress

All the same

The author in the bleachers

Practices the same way

Even when the sky is arid

And the seats are sun-stained

On the field we lose too

Or on the canvas

It’s the same shade

Different tint

But there is no shame

Because just for love

Love of the game

The athlete, artist , poet

Will all convert

Making millions from

Loose change

**_We practice for potential

So we don’t lose change

The weight of indecision

Is a loose chain

The root is always numbed pain

So choose a route, and play

Choose a route and play.

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