Sense Sonnet - Acher

The Loneliest Kicker

On the way to the Super Bowl,
In the first play off is the team.
All is heart and body and soul,
Closer to making true the dream.
In the final seconds left in,
Dependent on a field goal kick.
If the kick's good the team does win,
If the kick's bad - all over quick.
A forty two yarder it be.
The kicker has done it before.
The kick looks good but then - oopsy,
Hits the crossbar and fails to score.

The kicker knows he lost the game.
Forever he will bear the blame.