In your Pomp
¶ 1
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Now you are in your pomp.
The ball is at your feet,
And life is a romp.
Fame and fortune are yours.
Only training is a chore.
Cars and cash, gravy and girls,
Camera’s flash and wild social whirl.
This is your heyday, your payday, your prime –
Suck the last drop from this fruit-laden time.
Savour the moments, the triumphs, the goals.
Store up sweet mem’ries as misers hoard gold.
Pray they’ll sustain you through years long and cold.
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22/11/09
Denys E. W. Jones
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