I often found it quite baffling
People's immense love for a sport
That's nothing more than ball handling
And a thunderous crowd of rare support
Male and female, old and young
The spirit takes over their head and souls
Holding them captive and quite overhang
Until the scoring of the goals.
Have you noticed the deserted streets
On a day, a match is to be played
Have you observed the loud drumbeats
That accompanies a team-win parade?
I ask myself, is this love or obsession?
Is this fun sell-out without discretion?
That's a ball engaged in a ninty minute session
Would elicit from so many, such weighty expression.
Football bindsthe country, they're quick to say
Football is an antidote to dismay
Whether to watch or whether to play
Football reigns everyday
At this point, there's nothing more that I can say
Other than pass the ball and let us play
Football it is anyday
Football it is all the way.
YOU ARE READING
~POEMS~
PuisiThis is a book of some poems I've written. Some are about me, some are fiction and some are about something else entirely. Either way, I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them.
