Wither the boy
Who tried the odds
And laid out valiantly
On fields of grid
Did he not trod
But rare triumphantly
And though he stood
Of stature short
And rarely reached the pylon
Fierce he did play
A brutal sport
Had he the heart of lion
Impugn him not
For most would blaze
Than muster self to bother
And appear before
the nation's gaze
And accept the blame for father
Amidst the losses
His team far down
Quitting was not discussed
Fight to the end
For a touchdown
Despite him being concussed
Gritty was he
But without strength
Sufficient over time
He could not go
The whole field length
When all was on the line
Alas the time
To bench him came
The day he had deplored
Dad should now say
We'll share the blame
Now carry a clip board
And now his fate
To wear headset
And signal the play call
To teammate who
God did beset
Fleet legs and stature tall
The lesson here
You must stand tall
Or QB life you're leasing
Unless of course
You play football
Just like you are Todd Reesing
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