A Coaches Inner Life
In Act 2 Scene 7 of As You Like It, Jaques speaks his ‘Ages of man’ monologue (better known by most as the ‘All the world’s a stage‘ speech).
An eve of a new season and dreams
Hard to believe how many have past
Decade three for me!
And the seasons of a year
Mimic the minutes of man’s ways
And a season of this game
Patterns the seasons of days
Confusing at best at the beginning
Inspired by the ‘Seven Ages of Man’
And if one will bear this ‘pantaloon’ fool
It will make more sense at the end
Football summer is really a spring
Young boys without pain or fear
High expectations and innocent ambition
Weightroom sweat and carefree cheer
And early season is actually the summer
Where no one expects to lose
Life is sweet to the energetic young
Where all first experiences are new
The crowds are full
The drums pump adrenaline and life
Nothing is routine
Even setbacks cause little strife
Then comes the autumn
A time of great change
The first chill is a warning
It is no longer just a game
Wind blown leaves are dividing lines
As rigid routine continues to grind away
Those smiling pictures seem long gone now
Most teams wither, but a few still play
The stadium attendees are fickle
New things distract
And drums keep drumming
But it feels hollow and flat
Special seasons are seeded in the spring
Watered in the summer
And Fertilized in the fall
While winners still believe what might not be seen by all
The comes the winter where we
Rage against the hardest fight
The daylight savings of summer
Is long forgotten in artificial light
At some point the end will come
All but one will end in tears
The sweetest harvest finally shows
With a savor that lasts for years
And that too is the story of my life
I feel I am passed the autumn years
And I also rage against the night
Fighting hard against the fears
I am blessed with seasons on seasons
Most boys only get a few - and never the same
And many grand joys of my life
Have been experienced in this wonderful game
Teach me to persevere one more time
Push me to give my all
Press me to grow and love
As I journey through another football fall
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages....... Shakespeare
Here is my take on it......
Here I am once again
An eve of a new season and dreams
Hard to believe how many have past
Decade three for me!
And the seasons of a year
Mimic the minutes of man’s ways
And a season of this game
Patterns the seasons of days
Confusing at best at the beginning
Inspired by the ‘Seven Ages of Man’
And if one will bear this ‘pantaloon’ fool
It will make more sense at the end
Football summer is really a spring
Young boys without pain or fear
High expectations and innocent ambition
Weightroom sweat and carefree cheer
And early season is actually the summer
Where no one expects to lose
Life is sweet to the energetic young
Where all first experiences are new
The crowds are full
The drums pump adrenaline and life
Nothing is routine
Even setbacks cause little strife
Then comes the autumn
A time of great change
The first chill is a warning
It is no longer just a game
Wind blown leaves are dividing lines
As rigid routine continues to grind away
Those smiling pictures seem long gone now
Most teams wither, but a few still play
The stadium attendees are fickle
New things distract
And drums keep drumming
But it feels hollow and flat
Special seasons are seeded in the spring
Watered in the summer
And Fertilized in the fall
While winners still believe what might not be seen by all
The comes the winter where we
Rage against the hardest fight
The daylight savings of summer
Is long forgotten in artificial light
At some point the end will come
All but one will end in tears
The sweetest harvest finally shows
With a savor that lasts for years
And that too is the story of my life
I feel I am passed the autumn years
And I also rage against the night
Fighting hard against the fears
I am blessed with seasons on seasons
Most boys only get a few - and never the same
And many grand joys of my life
Have been experienced in this wonderful game
Teach me to persevere one more time
Push me to give my all
Press me to grow and love
As I journey through another football fall
And hopefully more seasons in the future, Lord willing!
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