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Gulping air

Peter Goulding

Monday, October 1st, 2007

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I may be poor and on the dole
And just play a supporting role,
But, Lord I savour every breath,
Escaping from the jaws of death.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Our football oft does not inspire
Attendances to creep up higher,
Yet back in March we truly thought
We’d have no Shelbourne to support.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Each o’erhit cross and mis-hit pass,
Each shot that bobbles ‘cross the grass
Becomes a thing of beauty now,
Transfigured into art somehow.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 For if young Rooney should shoot wide
Or Lacey stumble in his stride,
Or if another chance is spurned,
Remember how Fate could have turned.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 A pitch o’ergrown and gone to seed,
Swept o’er by winds and tumbleweed,
And stands ‘pon which the mosses grow,
Like Milltown many moons ago.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 So don’t despair or walk away
If we’re not like Brazil today.
At least we’re managing to cope
And where there’s life, there’s always hope.

© Peter Goulding 1st October 2007

Notes

Attendances just keep dropping and its depressing

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/gulping-air/