Boots Dirty

Boots Dirty

The cold metal pressed on my sweaty chest,

Soothing the heat that has been

Generated by my itchy, nylon jersey.

Although the crisp lettering will fade away

Into the nothingness

Football will always have a place

Close to heart

My first season of running around in boots feels gloriously rewarding

It will never be like this again

People change

Grass grows

Boots dirty

My soccer medal…