Stop the Clocks

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The turnstile will close
The whistle will be silenced
The watch will stop
The cards packed away
The boots that clashed sheathed
And the tackles shackled from the heat
of battle
We will step off the terrace
Leave childhood behind once more,
And wait patient as pilgrims
For love’s return.



Lockdown2. Here’s to the quick return of grassroots non league football.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/stop-the-clocks/