I don't know what happend
The games we played, 0-10
Thats not what matters
What does is losing you
New england revolution is my goal
Your heart was pure and your soul
I get it, things go wrong
Your life span wasn't long
Wishing I had stopped a ball
Some of us didn't try at all
Learning from the best
My heart sank, and my chest
You were the best at what you did
You taught me how to play mid
Up in heaven, at most
Man you were the coolest coach
I wrote this poem because of really how I feel about this unfortunate tragedy. My soccer coach passed away yesterday from illness. I loved him as a friend and as a coach. He has inspired me to play soccer and wanting to achieve my goal of being on the NER (New England Revolution). Mr. Riccio was also one of the kindest and truest teachers I've ever known even though I haven't known him for long. He brought joy from others and brightened peoples day through being a graphics educator. He was the best at what he did. Rest in peace Mr.R.
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