1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 All I can think about
Is an old 1970’s sitcom
I don’t know the collective term
But it is a million of them
Doing somersaults in my stomach.
A quick goal or two
After three o’clock
Will calm my nerves
At the right end.
Like Martin Luther King
‘I had a dream’
But mine was promotion.
The League title never even occured to me
But now we stand on the brink
Of finishing top of the table
For the first time since
Nineteen Seventy Eight
When I was still at primary school
Too young to realise
What an achievement it was.
Now I am too scared to dream
Good things just don’t happen to me
Maybe today-just for once
That theory will be proved wrong.
Good things come
To those who wait.
Well, to be honest
I am forty six,
Going on sixty six
And I don’t feel as if
I have much waiting left
So today is as good a day as any
To even things up
Before either my body packs up on me
Or I decide enough is enough.
Life is an existence
Not a celebration.
Please let today be
An exception to that rule.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Dulwich Poet 27th April 2013



(I wrote this on the bus to the ground. If my team, Dulwich Hamlet, avoid defeat today at home to Beugess Hill Town, we will be the Ryman League Division South champions, having lost in the play-off final in the last two seasons)

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/butterflies/