A poem for Andrea Pirlo

I wish I could revel

That pass of another level

To Fabio Grosso against Germany

That stole the hearts of many

I wish I could witness

The menacing astuteness

Of that piledriver against Parma

Borne of past good karma

I wish I could say

That I saw you play

During your peak in San Siro

Where you became Milan's hero

But I was either a child

Or out in the wild

And missed those moments

For which I have only repentance

But I watched you destory Hart

With a panenka of art

Which awoke the world from its slumber

While lighting an already glowing ember

I saw how you made love to the ball

While caressing it above a defeated wall

As it floated into the net

Leaving everyone astounded

Time might flow like a king

Perishing everything and every being

But for you, it always paused

For you are Andrea Pirlo, a gift from God