This Means More.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 In vast shipwrecks of seasons dreams
Amidst the clack of fans who scorn
The overpriced and misplaced signs
When boots of better days were born
Our sense of joy with fleeting runs
Those hazy mazy wingers brimmed
And bossed midfield our favourite sons
We smiled beguiled and paid a flim

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 We note our scenes our glory days
Of cups and leagues and derby duels
We dream as kings on paupers pay
And give the world to beat the blues
The fizzing football scorched the grass
Like Roman candles hopes they shine
The pace picks up pass move and pass
But hopes soon dashed – results unkind

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Those precious plants are sown with grace
With faith as mustard seeds
And through the rezzies come the stars
Cleaved from our self-same streets
Endure in shadows steadfast how
Desire for badge and sweat for shirt
Rise like bread but ever know
That football gods are dust to earth.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/this-means-more/