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When I Grow Up

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 My son’s inherent charm
Is a ball under his arm
He strikes it like a jet
Shouting “Back of the Net”
Energy we cannot shackle
He’s not afraid of a tackle
Like his dad it does enthral
Eats, sleeps and drinks football
He came up to me last week
With certainty did speak
I know what I want to be
When I grow up you see
I curiously inquired
At what the boy desired
“A football player” he said
Ball bouncing on his head
Cos I’m very good you see
Although I’m only three

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Notes

My little lad bounded in from the back garden the other day and announced that when he grows up he would like to be a “football player” because “I’m very good at football”

My heart swelled with pride.


Editor’s note:
and hopefully so will his when he’s old enough to read this and your other contributions here.
Thanks Darren.
clik

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/when-i-grow-up-3/