Not For Glory
¶ 1
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I play football, not very well
But that doesn’t matter
I will never be Michael Owen
Or Thierry Henry
But I can play on the park
And score goals
That mean as much to me
As theirs do to them
And when I miss
Well no one really minds
Because there is no one watching
Unlike Michael Owen
Whose life in the lens
Catches every goal
And missed opportunity
So leave me to the silence
Of my park
I like the peace of my dreams
For although no one sings my name
Neither do they use it as a curse.
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