Tribute to Paul Scholes
¶ 1
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Why are you so humble, you legend on the pitch?
What is your tale, your wealthy little story?
For what are you known,
In times past, present and future?
¶ 2
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Where will you be, when the street’s darken cold?
What do you do when the whistle’s blown?
When will you hog the limelight,
If all you do is, play the game and disappear?
¶ 3
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Football is the life and zest of mine,
Playing it is the art of mine,
Old Trafford is my minstrel,
In the midfield do I live, game’s tactical arsenal.
¶ 4
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Prosperity embraces in silence,
Adversity slaps in the public,
The aficionados call me ‘Shy Genius’,
But I mean mending the midfield throes.
¶ 5
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So, when I see the light, I play,
And at dark, I shuteye.
Old Trafford is my heaven,
Football is my life’s connotation.
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