1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 When I die
Will I find the meaning of life?
When I cross over to the other side
(No, not in that sense;
the Red Devils won’t get me, for I’ll always be a true Blue)
Will I be enlightened, as to the purpose of our existence?
Will there be a clarity, in what was a darkness of being?
Will there finally, be a comprehension of the new offside interpretation?
Will there be some sense, to the many years, of misguided loyalty
Of the devotion given over to, a bunch of under-achievers?
Will there be some grasp
As to why this fetid fixation
Could so move me and make me gasp?
Will it be proven, that this magnificent obsession
Was not a life wasted, or lost
But a mystical possession?

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 When I die
There’ll be another such as I?



inspired by a poem called Meaning,
written by Czeslaw Milosz (1911 – 2004);
Awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1980.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/meaning/