Youth At Risk Poem by Ima Ryma

Youth At Risk



When my buddies and I got to
High school, we joined the football team.
My folks were sure that this would do
Me good all round, so it did seem.
But then my folks got worried that
Too many kids were getting hurt.
I had to quit, they said out flat.
My friends called me a sissy squirt.
The golf team then was what I chose
The folks were okay with that call,
Being safe from all the head blows.
But boy I sure did miss football.

A golf ball struck me in the head.
Doc says I'm lucky I'm not dead.

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