This ol’ man is no football curmudgeon
¶ 1
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I’m old
and gnarled
and jealous
¶ 2
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I watch them run
and play –
the zealous
¶ 3
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How I wish
I could turn
back the clock
¶ 4
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Line out
and be a pick
instead of epoch
¶ 5
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As it is
I have to observe
from afar
¶ 6
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For the miracle of medicine
has yet to leave
the door ajar
¶ 7
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And so I root
and also wish
more would enjoin
¶ 8
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I’ll not intrude
or chase away
nor football purloin
¶ 9
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But it’s a two-way street
and so I hope, that I meet
with respect
¶ 10
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That neither side
will deride
nor neglect
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And that every pass
every tackle
every goal
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Is greeted with a smile
a wave
and parental control
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