I am poem

I am tall and slow
I wonder why football is so long
I hear the field chanting
I see noises staring
I want to have success
I am tall and slow

I pretend to be fast
I feel sleepy in my vioce
I touch the sky
I worry I might stop
I cried when I was born
I am tall and slow

I understand life is short
I say god is great
I dream about a wonderful thing
I try to play sports
I hope to be rich
I am tall and slow