When the Final Whistle blows
¶ 1
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When the final whistle blows,
The match comes to a close,
The players head for bath or shower,
The fans to pub or home.
¶ 2
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The journalists file their reports,
And tell in crisp, terse prose
Of targets hit and chances missed,
Of Villains and Heroes.
¶ 3
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And just like Football, Life’s a game,
With players, rules and goals.
Though not confined to ninety mins,
It too draws to a close.
¶ 4
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So, when the Referee dictates:
“Your time is up, les jeux sont faits”,
What then, I ask, shall be my fate?
Who knows where I will go?
¶ 5
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What destiny must I await,
When that Last Whistle blows?
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12/7/08
Denys E. W. Jones
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