The Source of Wisdom

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 What is the point of living?
Where do we all come from?
What shall we find beyond the grave,
When from this Earth we are gone?

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Is there a God in Heaven?
Do damned souls howl in Hell?
Such questions often have been asked.
The answers none could tell.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Though scholars, sages, seers and bards
Have racked their brains and striven
These age-old mysteries to crack,
By Doubt we still are riven.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 So cast aside your Jean-Paul Sartre,
Your Hegel, Hume, Hobbes, Horace.
Come to the Stadium with me,
And stand upon the Terrace.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 From one short ninety-minute match
Much more I vouch you’ll learn,
Than from those weighty tomes you’ve read,
The pages you have turned.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 The plastic-coated leathern sphere’s
A far far greater teacher
Than Plato, Aristotle, Kant,
Locke, Schopenhauer or Nietzsche.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 The songs and chants the Crowd belts out,
Are rich in sense profound.
Content so deep you will not find
In Blake or Ezra Pound.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 And hearken to the Gaffer’s yells.
He too’s no mean instructor.
Through this dense labyrinth of Life
Let him be your conductor.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 One order from the Dugout bawled
Speaks volumes more of Man,
Than all the works of Sigmund Freud,
Jung, Klein or Jacques Lacan.

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 Come to the Football Ground with me.
Lay down your boring books!
If Wisdom’s source is what you seek,
No further need you look.

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 Denys E. W. Jones



This is a re-working of a poem by William Wordsworth entitled The Tables Turned.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-source-of-wisdom/