When the final whistle blows,
The match comes to a close,
The players head for bath or shower,
The fans to pub or home.
The journalists file their reports,
And tell in crisp, terse prose
Of targets hit and chances missed,
Of Villains and Heroes.
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.
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?
What destiny must I await,
When that Last Whistle blows?
Denys E. W. Jones