Bench Warmer
From afar I watch my life
Or that which was intended
A measure of creation
Shy of a destination
Second string
Unsung the sting of purpose
Vexed my heart
Fallow field without a yield
My passion play without a part
Potential put on hold
Where all my preparations cold
Comes to a negation
Send, O’ send as you intend
To bless my end
Warming the bench