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Losing sleep : BST

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 when the clocks go forward …
I wish I could go back in time
that I was still a player
and not just a jouster with rhyme

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 an annual event
every year’s the same
the clocks advance an hour
and some are late for the game

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 and one year, that was yours truly
oh the horror! the shame!
to miss even a minutes football –
pure sacrilege – and only me to blame

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 it peturbed me, throughout my career
the memory of it, used to bring haunting dreams
but time has rolled too far forward
and now I wake, to another generation’s screams

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 I don’t play anymore.
Can’t. Body’s given up on me, though I have the will.
And the nightmares have stopped.
But I wish I had them still.

one of the perils of Sunday morning football !

dedicated to all my ex-team mates at Hamlyn FC (played at Feltham Park)
I’m ashamed to say I’ve lost touch with them all

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/losing-sleep-bst/