They’re Little Kids Yet
He stands on the ice with fear in his eyes;
Can’t win the puck battles, no matter how hard he tries.
The puck has been dropped, the game is in play;
Here come the opponents on a clear breakaway.
He attempts to skate back with a lump in his throat,
“It’s no use, he’s too slow,” his own teammates gloat.
The visitors chime in: “At least put up a fight”;
He chokes back his tears, “I can’t seem to do anything right.”
He looks to his bench, to his friends, to his coach,
Met with disappointing glares; he’s too scared to approach.
The fun of the game has been taken away,
From these innocent children who just want to play.
When did the game become more about winning?
The pressure imposed is so unforgiving.
So take a step back and try not to forget,
This is minor hockey; they’re little kids yet.