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



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.

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