The Hand of Friendship

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Extend the hand of friendship, we are constantly being told.
Bite the bullet, take Boy Wonder back into the fold.
What’s done is done, show some compassion, it’s all in the past.
Your sad recriminations, boy, they surely cannot last.
Grudges should be put to bed, mistakes should be forgiven,
We’re all in this together now, we should be World Cup driven.
Divided we can only fall, so unity’s essential.
The fact that He will play again is surely providential.
What is the point in harking back and doling out the blame?
Keane’s return is surely beneficial to the game.
So put away your poisoned pen, and hush your bitter tongue,
For he’s the central rock on which our World Cup dreams are hung.
Bitterness should not prevail, it’s time to start anew.
Put the past where it belongs and give the boy his due.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Perhaps I might take that advice, and join the joyous party,
If Keanites would extend the hand of friendship to McCarthy.



I’m trying, Lord, really I am.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-hand-of-friendship/