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Progeny FC

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I jog because….
I just about can
even though my muscles mutter obscenities at me
and extremities tingle
as the pain of sciatica and arthritis mingle
and internal organs spout the bleedin’ obvious –
cease and desist, old man

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 but I jog on….
I can’t pick up the pace or twist or turn
so really, I need to find walking football in my locale
but this is a different land
thus kicking is confined, to coaching in a different code (Gaelic)

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 I’m chomping at the bit to share my old abilities
(if not agilities) –
I’m ready to romp with grandkids
to whom I’ll kick to both feet
to encourage ambipedal dexterity
that will hopefully bring time and space and opportunity
in the art gallery of a match

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 but natch
there are none as yet (generation alpha)
even though my own progeny could propagate
however, they have yet to maturate

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 and now….
given the moving landscape of modern life –
soon they’ll be voting for a choice
that could deaden the voice, of the unborn

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 I might have longer to wait
for my longed for kickabouts

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Notes

In Ireland, we’ll soon be voting to repeal the 8th Amendment of the Irish Constitution, relating to the equal right to life of the unborn and the mother.

May 25th 2018.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/progeny-fc/