Camus In His Way !

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Camus in his way
Dreamed of it each day
From poor Algiers to bourgoise Paris flats
In poverty it seems
We all harbour dreams
Of taking on the fullback in attack
Our lives may be banal
Our existence so frugal
Our dreams are dreams and can’t be taken back
But to get to that bye line
To cross it one more time
For the centre forward to score with such a crack
Its how you play the game
Not wallowing in fame
Thats makes it what it is for every Jack (or Jill)
Those oh so sacred skills
Those heady thrills and spills
That keep enticing all to venture back !



I read a short story ages ago by Albert Camus about playing for a small team in a Paris suburb? That just blew me away. I can’t remember the name of it, but it was in a really cool compendium of short sports or football stories. I moved house and it went missing , blimmin Gooner removal men !

Eds…. Brilliant stuff. Anybody out there knows the name of the story or the book it came from, let me know, I’d be eternally grateful.

It inspired this poem.



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/camus-in-his-way/