I met a soccer player from Oakwood land,
Who said, "ten sad and pathetic players sit
Dejected, a shattered bench lies, whose shivering
And wrinkled faces, and sneer of cold neglect.
Tell that their coach poorly their skills knew,
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things
The voice that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And in the coach's box, these words were heard:
I am the coach, king of kings,
Look on my players, ye benchers, and despair.
Nothing besides remains round the decay
Of you sitting on the bench, at this showcase.
The lone and eager college coach moves far away.
Who said, "ten sad and pathetic players sit
Dejected, a shattered bench lies, whose shivering
And wrinkled faces, and sneer of cold neglect.
Tell that their coach poorly their skills knew,
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things
The voice that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And in the coach's box, these words were heard:
I am the coach, king of kings,
Look on my players, ye benchers, and despair.
Nothing besides remains round the decay
Of you sitting on the bench, at this showcase.
The lone and eager college coach moves far away.
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