WC2014 Day 10 Germany 2 Ghana 2

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Deutschland, Deutschland, über alles.
See the old man join the game.
Hobbling like my Great Aunt Alice,
Klose on his zimmer frame.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Cardi buttoned, clad in layers
to protect him from the cold,
this most senior of players
must be eighty five years old.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 In his eyes there’s still the embers
of the striker he had been.
In nursing homes, there’s some remembers
the first he scored of his fourteen.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Corner swinging, header angling,
Klose shuffles like a ghost.
Paramedics’ nerves are jangling
as he inches to the post.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Hits his leg and in it bobbles.
That’s the record he has craved.
Klose turns away and hobbles
like a skeleton depraved.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Pill-time, but he doesn’t take it.
Watching millions are struck dumb.
Tries a front flip. Doesn’t make it.
Comes down hard upon his bum.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/wc2014-day-10-germany-2-ghana-2/