Gulping air

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.



Attendances just keep dropping and its depressing

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