Its my birthday soon. Another year older. So I wrote this poem for the Spoken Arts nightin Siem Reap. Its how I see things. Life is like a football game to me Im on for the second half you see Ive got on my shirt, feet all booted And I really hope I dont get substituted But the young stars are on my back And if Im not careful then theyll take a crack At getting my shirt and my place in the team Because after all that too is their dream But while Im still in the game Im going to play it just the same A player, a star, a striker to cheer When I get the ball Ill have no fear Ill run around those tackles and trips And of course when I score my thing is backflips But theres only twenty minutes to go Unless extra time of maybe three minutes or so Is given for tackles and fouls that are seen By the man in the middle who controls what has been Anyway Ive just got the ball And the defender in front has taken a fall Im on the way through just the keeper to beat A sweet little wiggle the ball at my feet Then I mess up and swing the ball wide But I hear the whistle to say I was offside And the crowd doesnt heckle and jeer In fact I get applause and a sweet little cheer But then I look up across to the line And see the number held up that is mine I lost my chance to stay on the pitch All because of that one little glitch I expect Ill get to stay on the bench Or even do a Beckham and play for the French But I know my playing days will soon come to a drop Because as in my life at some point, Well, its got to stop
Posted on: Tue, 12 Nov 2013 19:11:42 +0000
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